Post by Lothyna on Dec 17, 2010 23:56:33 GMT -5
Who: V'ton, Wing Members and Dragons
What: Wing Training
When: Early Morning
Where: Flight Grounds
Warnings: N/A (If you wish to have your dragon or rider injured in any way during training, that's your choice-Just be prepared to handle an angry V'ton.)
Rhukbat had barely peeped over the horizon, and was tinting the world a pale, golden-pink currently, with smoky purple marking the crystal caverns off in the distance. Chill lingered in the air as fall settled in, leaving a faint hint of the winter to come which settled over one's skin and tongue like a caressing touch. The air was mostly still, yet, though the figures on the ground knew it would not be for long-much to their amusement at the grumblings sure to come from the wing that was currently being summoned. While finally at full strength, the unit was not coordinated enough still, and V'ton still wanted to work on several issues that had come up in the last practices.
The great bronze started to gleam as the first light of sun hit it was moving slightly, restlessly spreading his wings to the sun and staring about the Weyr with whirling, excited eyes, enjoying the crisp morning air. While quite the change from the Benden snow both were used to, the pair-V'ton no less than Dysiiliouth below whom he stood, enjoyed the milder fall and winter. As both stretched and twisted, making sure they were limber and their gear on properly, the bronze let his voice reach out to the wing once more, rousing the lie-a-beds to come down for their practice, and humming to himself in amusement at some of the reactions.
Beneath the bronzed bulk, V'ton was running over flight drills and glancing through a sheef of much abused notes, drawn up after conversations with other wing leaders and their seconds, as well as his own. There-in lay his plans for the next several drills, as well as a hidden stack of note, as always, kept on those weyrlings and riders he had his eye on, in the event they wanted a change of pace or needed to be put into another wing. Ever in search of that elusive perfection, he was somewhat surprised that some of his wing hadn't given up yet-but he admitted that they were, slowly, getting to be where he wanted them.
Not concerned with being the best, the Bendenite-bred Harper-turned-Rider preferred instead to make certain that his wing was in the best possible shape-each individual, and pair, and as a while, able to perform whatever maneuvers may be asked, and assist each other and other wings at need. And given that some of them had come in with scores the last fall, today was mainly going to be evasive work and agility-again. He'd gotten the idea after a recent prank on the entirety of Cerulean, and intended to fit it to his purposes.
This was, of course, the reason for the stack of items hidden now beneath a folded bronze wing and curled tail. Behind him, Dysiiliouth was rumbling in amusement, and turned his head down to watch as V'ton smirked evilly, before checking the straps settled over the neck of his partner. ~V'ton, you do realize that not all of them, if any-even us, will come through this with perfection?~[/color] came the question, before V'ton laughed. “Well, it's a needed drill, and a way to get them to loosen up some I hope... Besides, this ought to wake them up.”
Present[/u][/b]
V'ton of bronze Dysiiliouth
Absent[/b][/u]
U'ar of brown Odyth
F'ren of bronze Eneth
S'ren of blue Feynth
L'mar of green Dalisth
What: Wing Training
When: Early Morning
Where: Flight Grounds
Warnings: N/A (If you wish to have your dragon or rider injured in any way during training, that's your choice-Just be prepared to handle an angry V'ton.)
Rhukbat had barely peeped over the horizon, and was tinting the world a pale, golden-pink currently, with smoky purple marking the crystal caverns off in the distance. Chill lingered in the air as fall settled in, leaving a faint hint of the winter to come which settled over one's skin and tongue like a caressing touch. The air was mostly still, yet, though the figures on the ground knew it would not be for long-much to their amusement at the grumblings sure to come from the wing that was currently being summoned. While finally at full strength, the unit was not coordinated enough still, and V'ton still wanted to work on several issues that had come up in the last practices.
The great bronze started to gleam as the first light of sun hit it was moving slightly, restlessly spreading his wings to the sun and staring about the Weyr with whirling, excited eyes, enjoying the crisp morning air. While quite the change from the Benden snow both were used to, the pair-V'ton no less than Dysiiliouth below whom he stood, enjoyed the milder fall and winter. As both stretched and twisted, making sure they were limber and their gear on properly, the bronze let his voice reach out to the wing once more, rousing the lie-a-beds to come down for their practice, and humming to himself in amusement at some of the reactions.
Beneath the bronzed bulk, V'ton was running over flight drills and glancing through a sheef of much abused notes, drawn up after conversations with other wing leaders and their seconds, as well as his own. There-in lay his plans for the next several drills, as well as a hidden stack of note, as always, kept on those weyrlings and riders he had his eye on, in the event they wanted a change of pace or needed to be put into another wing. Ever in search of that elusive perfection, he was somewhat surprised that some of his wing hadn't given up yet-but he admitted that they were, slowly, getting to be where he wanted them.
Not concerned with being the best, the Bendenite-bred Harper-turned-Rider preferred instead to make certain that his wing was in the best possible shape-each individual, and pair, and as a while, able to perform whatever maneuvers may be asked, and assist each other and other wings at need. And given that some of them had come in with scores the last fall, today was mainly going to be evasive work and agility-again. He'd gotten the idea after a recent prank on the entirety of Cerulean, and intended to fit it to his purposes.
This was, of course, the reason for the stack of items hidden now beneath a folded bronze wing and curled tail. Behind him, Dysiiliouth was rumbling in amusement, and turned his head down to watch as V'ton smirked evilly, before checking the straps settled over the neck of his partner. ~V'ton, you do realize that not all of them, if any-even us, will come through this with perfection?~[/color] came the question, before V'ton laughed. “Well, it's a needed drill, and a way to get them to loosen up some I hope... Besides, this ought to wake them up.”
Present[/u][/b]
V'ton of bronze Dysiiliouth
Absent[/b][/u]
U'ar of brown Odyth
F'ren of bronze Eneth
S'ren of blue Feynth
L'mar of green Dalisth
