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Post by Mango on Aug 8, 2010 20:45:35 GMT -5
Hahaha. We shall see what I'm feeling like.
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Post by Mango on Aug 6, 2010 22:29:17 GMT -5
Ooooh. Mango has dancer twins. Maybe she shall bring them in?
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Post by Mango on Aug 5, 2010 15:02:43 GMT -5
Same with C'ko, lol
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Post by Mango on Aug 5, 2010 14:59:56 GMT -5
Oh, I shall, I shall.
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Post by Mango on Aug 4, 2010 23:47:28 GMT -5
Player: Name: Mango Are you 17+?: Yesss Contact Information: AIM:iluvjinglebells Email: Past RP Experience: Your mom
[Character: Name: U'ar (Formerly Umar, pronounced Whar) Age: 34 (Late Winter) Gender: Male Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Wingrider Description: U’ar is very much a man. He stands at 6’ 2” and weighs around 170 pounds. Though not incredibly old, past events have gently wrinkled his tanned skin. These wrinkles, though, are in no way deep and seem to add to his fatherly distinction. His eyes, set off by dark circles underneath them, are a honey brown and show a watchful kindness in most situations. It’s possible, though, to see the sadness creep back into them whenever he becomes lost in thought. It is at these times when he looks the most old. Despite the wrinkles and dark circles, his light brown hair has remained untouched by age. It’s still a nice brown, cut in a short style with bangs barely brushing his forehead. His body, framed by broad shoulders, was once hard from work. Now, however, it had softened slightly. Age and grief had lessened his work load and he found his muscles turning soft, though he is not fat. In his clothing, he dresses typically of a rider. He always looks appropriate and comfortable without ever overdressing. He doesn’t see the need for excessive finery. Personality: U’ar is slowly returning to his old self. Well, a modified version of it. He’s getting his energy back, despite problems sleeping, and has a smile on his face much more often. His general demeanor is happier, but it has a slightly different air about it. It’s much more fatherly. He has a protective look in his eye when Mu is around, which is most of the time, but is generally pretty wary with everyone. He’s not against fun and games, but he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt.
He, of course, is eventually shooed out of the Lower Caverns, and when that occurs, he is usually busy with other responsibilities. He is a hard worker and takes excellent care of his brown. He vowed never again to shirk his duties to the brown or his daughter after snapping out of his funk and he has kept that promise. He even does his best to focus and help as much as possible with Weyr duties and wing drills.
Recently, he found it hard to connect with his wings the few turns after Mela’s death, but that was greatly due to the large amount of moving around he did. At Southern, he was able to make a few more friendships and people were able to get to know the friendly side of him. U’ar is a nice person. He is kind and likes to meet people generally.
He’s a fairly typical brown rider in that he both takes leadership and can lead well. He usually prefers to be led as he and Odyth are both good at taking direction, but if called upon to lead, he is more than willing to do it. He has gotten a little stricter in leadership nowadays and doesn’t like for people to goof off on his watch. He wouldn’t deal out massive amounts of punishments but would pull the person aside and give a large, lengthy, fatherly speech about the consequences of actions. History: Umar was born in the Lower Caverns as Ista Weyr to Blue Geonith’s rider, M’tar, and Green Mayth’s rider, Ural. As a weyrbrat, he never had much contact with his parents and was unaware of any half-brothers or sisters he had. As he grew, he was put through his studies with the rest of the Weyr children and excelled in many subjects. He was a happy child and got along well with the other children. He rarely misbehaved and the women of the Lower Cavern were always delighted with him. They, however, weren’t the only ones to notice the boy. The sensitive blues and browns around were certain he’d stand for Impression.
And, thus, his education slowly drifted over to the learnings of a Candidate. He first stood at the age of 14, but failed to Impress. He walked away from the Sands feeling dejected and heartbroken. A loneliness set in that worried many of those that he had known. He soon hid his disappointment through the hard work of a Candidate. He wasn’t going to let one failure stop him from trying again. He had the chance again after he had turned 16. He awoke to the humming that morning and threw on his white robes. These robes, different from the first set, seemed to have a different aura about them after he put them on. He had a different aura it seemed. All the confidence he had as a boy of 14 was back as he walked onto the burning Sands that day.
He did not leave the Sands dejected that day. Instead, he left with a large, stumbling, shining, and beautiful (in his opinion) brown dragonet. U’ar, his new honorific, worked hard with his new partner Odyth and the two grew into quite a pair. U’ar forgot all of his past disappointments and troubles- Odyth held the present and the future for him and that was all that mattered. As U’ar grew into a handsome young man, Odyth grew into a handsome dragon, losing all awkwardness that he presented after hatching.
After reaching sexual maturity, Odyth showed off his healthy sexual prowess, participating in many flights. He caught few. As U’ar turned twenty and Odyth four, a new transfer caught both of their eyes. It was a lovely, playful green named Sireneth and her rider, Mela. It didn’t take long for the flirtatious green to rise and Odyth followed quickly after her. He fought his hardest, darting past other much more agile males and caught her. After that, U’ar and Mela were inseparable. Though many others chased Sireneth when she rose, she’d only allow Odyth to catch her. One and a half years later, Mela came shakingly, nervously up to U’ar with news.
She was pregnant. U’ar didn’t need to think long about what was to be done. It was quickly agreed that she should keep it. The baby was born, a beautiful baby girl, Mu. U’ar was instantly in love. He was constantly by Mela and Mu’s side, cooing and fawning over his two greatest loves, besides his dragon. Though Mu was raised as a weyrbrat in the Lower Caverns, U’ar went to see her as much as he could. He rejoiced when, even as a young toddler, she found a distinct interest in dragons, trying to play with the large Odyth and Sireneth. He often rejoiced to Mela that their daughter would surely Impress one day.
Though she was often excited, something was wrong. Mela slowly became weaker and weaker. Her weight dropped significantly and soon she was completely bedridden. Try as they might, the healers were not able to find a cure. They quarantined her for the last year she lived, only, hesitantly, allowing U’ar in to see her. She died in his arms shortly after Mu was five. A moment after, Sireneth betweened. U’ar and Odyth were heartbroken. They secluded themselves in their weyr for days, not seeing anyone. They hardly even ate. When they emerged, Mu was the first one U’ar saw. He hugged her tight and wouldn’t let go for several minutes. He didn’t say anything to her. In fact, he hardly said anything to anyone. He moped around for a long time, sluggish and withdrawn. Soon, Mu began to mirror her father, withdrawing herself from the rest of the children.
By the time U’ar noticed, the damage had been done. Mu remained a quiet withdrawn child. She began to smile more and become slightly friendlier. However, she never was the same happy playful child. Though he slowly returned to normal, memories still haunted him. He soon transferred to Benden Weyr, taking Mu with him. He grew more like his old self there but soon wanted a new change. He moved around as much as he could, constantly watching over his daughter. He then moved to Southern, hoping the new climate would suit him and his daughter. It was here where he decided to face his demons. His grief had finally subsided, but he vowed to keep it from resurfacing. He became very helpful at Southern and encouraged Mu to make friends. But the child seemed to have a very hard time of it. At just 12 turns, there was a clutch hardening on the Sand. Everyone asked if Mu would stand but U'ar shook his head. He didn't want to risk it. What if Mu got hurt in a Mauling? What if he lost her too? What if she Impressed and her dragon died? What if she became so hopeless she went with it? No, U'ar wouldn't allow it. He knew he'd have to let her Stand eventually if she wanted to. The girl was so quiet though, he didn't think she'd stand up to him anytime soon.
Word soon came to Southern that riders were needed to help repopulate Cerulean. U'ar agreed to transfer, knowing their Queen would be rising soon. Odyth and U'ar knew that Sireneth and Mela were their soulmates, but they had to move on. Odyth had felt the lust rise in him at the rising of the females for the last turn but had not acted out of respect. It was time though. They were ready to live a new life and love again. Mela would want it.
Fun Facts: He has a daughter named Mu (I will probably make a profile for her too.), he has trouble sleeping now because of nightmares and thinking too much, he's a little over protective
Bonded Critter(s): Type: Dragon Name: Odyth Color: Brown (662222) Age: 18 Description: Odyth is a large, sturdy dragon, but is built proportionally. His coloring was once a deep brown, with a lovely copper or bronzey undertone. That metallicesque has now faded with age. His body is slightly scarred from flights, violent times, and Thread, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. Personality: Odyth is a very typical brown. Even when he lost his beloved Sireneth, he remained calm and was the anchor for his Mine. Though the two were already close, they bonded more and became a stronger team. Though U’ar is very proud of him, Odyth is in no way proud or vain. He’s a generally friendly dragon, though slightly less so than before Sireneth betweened. Though amiable, he is not much a fan of fooling around and tends to keep a wary eye on younger dragons around him. Fun Facts: Odyth hasn't chased a single female since Sireneth died, despite his lust. He feels like he and His are now ready though. Odyth wanted to between with Sireneth, but comforted His instead. He was also the one to help U'ar notice how severely he was affecting Mu.
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Post by Mango on Aug 4, 2010 23:06:58 GMT -5
Hello all. Mango is getting her wisdom teeth out soon. She may or may not be too drugged up to post anything. Or at least anything that has any merit to it. You might just get that C'ko touched someone's boobies, lol. So, we shall see if Mango is feeling up to posting anything, haha. It might be a nice distraction from the pain if the meds don't mess me up too much. Teeth come out the 9th.
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Post by Mango on Aug 4, 2010 12:37:14 GMT -5
I like how I have the oldest and youngest characters, lol
C'ko: Early Autumn Polo: Early Spring
M'ma: Mid-Summer Toto: Late Winter Heneth: Late Spring
Valee: Early Winter
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Post by Mango on Aug 2, 2010 21:26:06 GMT -5
"I'm ok, just a little sore," Valee answered. It was nice to have people care about you, she had to admit. After she confirmed her condition to those worried, she turned her attention to Batavia. The girl looked like hell. Valee let a small smile creep onto her face. Poor thing. She was glad she hadn't decided to sneak some wine with the rest. She'd only had drinks a few times before. They hasn't gotten her drunk, but she didn't like the feeling the next morning. Not that she had a hangover, but she just felt guilty and bloated the next day.
She gave her friend a sympathetic look and patted her hand as V'mio informed them that they would get to take it a bit easy on chores. Valee guessed that was good. Certainly, they wouldn't get in trouble if they were injured, right? Valee would still try her best.
In her musings, Valee was shocked as a weight dropped onto her shoulder. She looked, slightly shocked, at Batavia, but smiled again upon seeing the poor girl. She really could use some rest. In a pause of V'mio's talking she asked the two girls if they had seen her leave. Valee hadn't stayed long. She had been hurting and just too disappointed to actually stay and celebrate anything.
"I'm sorry," she told her, shaking her head gently so as not to move her shoulders, "I left before you did I think."
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Post by Mango on Aug 1, 2010 22:31:05 GMT -5
C'ko looked up at Lialla as she groaned her return greeting. She was such a sleepyhead. "As long as I get a few candlemarks of really good sleep, I'm usually set," he explained, although the question was probably rhetorical. It didn't matter though. It was more fun to answer it. It might frustrate her more. Maybe, once the boy got older, he would realize it was not in his best interest to frustrate everyone around him and cause trouble to all he met. But, who cared right now? He was 12.
Peth perked up slightly as his green best friend greeted him. His tail started to beat the ground in excitement. He was getting food AND his bets friend said hi! What a glorious day. His ugly maw seemed even uglier as he gobbled up the meat that C'ko handed to him periodically. He paused in his chewing, quite unnecessarily, to answer her. Hi Cryth! he crooned, thus continuing with his chewing, Today is nice! We get food! Polo is eating too! Peth really was a simple sort of thing. At least for now. He was just too sweet and genuine to believe anything other than what His told him.
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M'ma left the new Weyrlings in order to make his rounds through older ones. He had to nudge one or two who seemed to not be paying much attention to their dragonets. This hide looked a little dull, this dragon needed a good oiling. He ignored the occasional mumblings of the older ones complaining how early it was. This was their duty. They needed to get used to it and, if they really hated waking up, go to bed early. Maybe he needed to be stricter on lights out. He'd go knock on doors if he had to. A devilish grin sneaked onto his face at the thought.
As he approached S'ren he gave her a concerned smile, "You feeling ok dear? You're looking a bit like Heneth there. Though not quite as lovely a shade of green. After your Feynth is fed and bathed and oiled,make sure you get yourself a good breakfast and some water." He had scolded her and the rest of the guilty parties, now he had to make sure they were alright. obviously, nothing bad had happened to her blue. It had not betweened. Hopefully, the hangover would be the best reminder not to be so reckless at the feasts, especially when imbibing was not frowned upon. He stayed by her side, noticing that she was biting her lip in a concerned way. Perhaps she had a question?
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Post by Mango on Jul 19, 2010 22:16:32 GMT -5
Valee was determined not to be late to anything this time. Maybe that's what she was doing wrong. However, rolling out of bed wasn't too easy. No, not with her entire torso bandaged up. The stitches she had received, though minor compared to the one boy and the other girl, hurt like anything.
She had tried to run, but it wasn't working in her favor, especially when she jiggled a small bit. No, walking would have to work for the moment. At least she was able to move. She wondered if Batavia and the girl and boy would be able to attend. Well, Batavia would hopefully be there. They had shared a lot of pain together the previous day, both physical and emotional, and Valee hoped they could be friends. Batavia seemed very practical and nice. Maybe they'd both Impress at the next Hatching. In her musings, she managed to make her way to the "classroom".
A surprise look entered her eyes as she realized she was one of the first to arrive. A hand went up and brushed frizzy curls out of her face. They were becoming so unruly in this heat. She'd have to let her hair grow out again to weigh them down a little more. If they weren't so thick, she'd probably try and tie them back. But the ties never held for very long. And, besides, pulling her hair back revealed the total roundness of her face.
Her eyes blinked as she gave a small head bow to the bronze and to V'mio, saying in a manner that was both friendly and respectful, "Good morning, Candidatemaster." She might have bowed more, but feared ripping the stitches on her stomach. She slowly chose a seat close to her and sat down, making sure to sit up straight, both to appear ready and attentive and to keep form hurting. She knew what was coming for the most part. She had heard this before.
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C'ko
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Post by Mango on Jul 18, 2010 22:09:38 GMT -5
1+1 (from egg guessing)= 2
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Post by Mango on Jul 16, 2010 23:39:18 GMT -5
C’ko had a very distinct sleep schedule. He needed very little sleep. As long as it was deep sleep. He could pass out six candlemarks before dawn, pass out, sleep like a rock, and wake at dawn. This method still allowed him to burst around with his unusual, endless energy. When he had told Lialla that he didn’t like to sleep, he had really meant it. The boy simply could sleep less without feeling the energy repercussions.
As it so happened, today was not one of those days. He had stayed up enjoying the Hatching Feast the previous night. Despite being tired, the boy found new energy from the Hatching excitement and stayed up, drinking more sugar than any young boy needed at that hour.
And so, when the call came, C’ko was still asleep. Peth, full of energy like His, had gotten a full night’s sleep and was slowly starting to wake when Heneth called. His tail began to thump the ground as he listened to her. Oh boy! Lessons!!! He must go! But His must go too! Why was His asleep?
Mine! C’koMine! Lesson!!! Lesson! We must go! He called, jumping up and grabbing at the furs that covered His. Ew, they tasted funny! He quickly pulled them off and dropped the furs, trying to get the taste off his tongue.
C’ko bolted up at the sound in his head and looked around. Good, Polo and Peth were both there. He had to be the luckiest kid in all of Pern. He grinned wide and scratched Peth’s eyeridges, earning the floor a good tail thump. “Lessons you say?” C’ko said gaily, “Let’s go!” The boy would have run out in his pajamas, but Polo trilled his disapproval. What would C’ko do without him?
C’ko grinned wider and grabbed some clothes he wore a few days ago. Good enough! He threw them on over his head and the “three” of them dashed out to the Bowl for Lessons. They skidded in, definitely not the last to arrive. C’ko gave M’ma a wide grin, looking around. Everyone seemed so tired. Especially…SLEEPYHEAD!
He ran over to Lialla and grinned, “Mornin’ sleepyhead! Glad to see ya up!”
M’ma nodded to the Weyrlings as they assembled, hiding his excitement at finally getting to see all the young ones assembled. A few made comments to him, mostly the older Weyrlings. Heneth gave a small croon as she was complimented. Faranath, she still had it. At least in her mind, she did.
“Good morning everyone!” M’ma called as they gathered, “It’s so wonderful to see your bright, shining faces. You older lot shooould be used to waking up this early. You have to get your schedules down! Your dragonet is the most important thing and its growth into a beautiful and strong dragon depends on how well you take care of it.” He took this opportunity to pause and look at each and every one of them. Old and new. He hoped all of them remembered the rules, but by the looks of few, he’d have to repeat a couple.
“Now,” he continued, “I hope all of you are listening because I have to make sure everyone knows some rules. One of the big ones is that there is to be absolutely no drinking of alcohol.” He cast his eyes upon a few people, one specifically being S’ren. She looked rough. It wasn’t hard to guess why.
“Now, the reason behind this is to protect your dragons. If you’re intoxicated, your dragonet feels it too. It could get confused beyond belief and do something bad. Like hurt itself, hurt someone else, maybe even between” he paused for effect, “Also, drinking leads to other forbidden activities. Like physical fights. Now, this continues out of Weyrlinghood. Dragonmen and women don’t engage in physical fights, especially armed. That is just asking for a rampaging or betweening dragon. Every dragon that’s lost hurts the Weyr deeply. Especially in times like these. Alcohol can also lead to intimate relationships, which are also forbidden. There will be plenty of time for flirting and the like once you graduate. This can also confuse your dragonet beyond reason.”
He breathed gently, hoping everyone took in the general rules alright. Especially the ones who may be guilty of breaking one or two. He really wanted those dragonets to survive. He’d personally blame himself if they didn’t.
“Now, each morning, you need to wake with Rukbat. So, make sure you get sleep. You will feed and wash and oil your dragonets. This helps them properly grow. This is so, soooo important, darlings. Especially you young ones! Your dragonets have lots of growing to do! After, and only after, they are fed and oiled and lovely, may you eat your breakfast. Then you will have a short recess to clean your weyrs. Make sure your dragon’s couch is clean.”
He stopped for a brief moment to scan over them. A few nodded their heads. He hoped they were all listening. He planned on quizzing them later. He loved playing games like that!
“Then, on most days, you will have some sort of Lesson. It may be a review of something you’ve already learned or you may be learning something new. It could be dragon anatomy, history, geography, knots. After Lessons, you will have your Chores. Then you need to feed your dragonet, then yourself. Then you may have more chores or another Lesson or free time. I suggest you use that time wisely to study things you are not too strong about. That doesn’t mean you should try to do things you haven’t been taught yet. Especially flying and betweening. Please, feel free to come find me and ask me if you have any questions! Then you will need to bathe and oil your dragonets again, then feeding time for you both again, then lights out! You really need your rest.”
M’ma, if they did well today, might post the schedule in the Barracks for a sevenday or two to help them out. He had to see how they left him feeling today. He heard Heneth chuckle at this thought. She rarely saw M’ma in a truly sour mood.
“I hope everyone got that!” M’ma cooed to the Weyrlings with a smile, “Because, now, it’s Lesson time. Will the older and younger Weyrlings split into their respective groups? You may meet each other at breakfast or during your free time. My older darlings, I have some food set out for you since I called you out so early. Please go ahead with feeding and bathing your dragonets. Then, we shall begin something exciting! I’ll be through while you’re feeding and bathing. If you have questions, feel free to ask. I know you’ve been juggled around a bit in our scramble to get settled.”
He allowed the two groups to divide and the Surviving Weyrlings to go off and fend for themselves. They knew how to feed and bathe their dragons. They’d been doing it for half a turn. The Freshwater Weyrlings, though, needed to learn that first. Flight could wait for the older ones.
“Hello my young ones!” he said cheerily as the new Weyrlings huddled together in front of them. Their dragonets eyes all whirred with hunger, “I know you all must be very excited! A dragonet is obviously a big responsibility, but you were chosen by your dragons because they knew you could do it! You will guide each other and grow together. First, we must learn to feed them. Eventually, your dragons will grow to a big enough size that they can take down their own kills.”
“For now, though, you all get the lovely task of carving their meat for them. This exercise is also good for helping your dragonet judge how much to eat. You don’t want to overfeed your dragon. You should feel more satisfied as your dragon is fed. Gauge your feelings to determine when they’ve had enough. Some may beg for more, but you have to control them. Now, everyone pick a carcass. Larger ones go to the bronzes and browns of course.”
He motioned to the herdbeast carcasses behind him and watched as the Weyrlings shuffled to find one that was the right size for their dragon. Obviously, a few weren’t happy with having to touch the dead meat and cut it up. It was not the most pleasant task. Very messy and not very settling on an empty stomach.
When everyone had chosen, he walked over to C’ko. He chose the boy because he was small. The herdbeast was easily his size and his dragonet was a good sized blue. He could use a little help. And with his young age, he was in for a long Weyrlinghood, so he had more time to practice. He used the boy as an example of how to properly cut the meat and feed the dragon. Peth seemed more than happy to be receiving meat, even if it wasn’t from His. After the initial piece, he nudged the Weyrling Master’s hand in thanks and in asking for more. Oh, would M’ma give him affection?
Maybe at another point. Instead, he gave a nod to the ugly blue and walked off. He looked over to the other Weyrlings. They seemed to be doing fine. He wanted to supervise this group first. He hadn’t asked Tess to come look over them using a knife because of all the injured at the Hatching, so he wanted to catch a mistake before it hurt someone.
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C’ko was kind of annoyed M’ma had chosen him for the example. He could do it himself. Polo trilled on his shoulder, wanting some of the meat as well. C’ko smirked and shook his head. His hungry, hungry dragons. He took the knife and playfully spun it. Luckily, M’ma wasn’t watching. Oh, the humanity! Such danger! It made C’ko giggle.
He took it and slowly cut a good size piece and gave it to Peth. The blue took it happily, eyes swirling with love and hunger. The next piece was much smaller. He gave it to Polo. It sat on his shoulder for a second and fell off when he moved to cut the next piece for Peth. As he did that, Peth gobbled up the piece that had fallen.
((Ok, everyone work with that for now. Surviving Weyrlings, go ahead and feed and bathe your dragonets. M’ma’s keeping an eye on you, so don’t cause too much trouble. ;p If any character has a question, have him/her flag M’ma down.))
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FYI..
Jul 15, 2010 17:54:45 GMT -5
Post by Mango on Jul 15, 2010 17:54:45 GMT -5
Aww, Best of luck, Lissa! -sends you love and best wishes-
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Post by Mango on Jul 12, 2010 22:40:58 GMT -5
Who: Surviving and Freshwater Weyrlings What: Weyrling Lessons When: Dawn, day after Hatching Where: Weyr Bowl
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Luckily for M’ma, his old age hadn’t affected his sleeping pattern too much. He tended to go to bed a little earlier, but even after a night of celebration, he could still wake with Rukbat. The Weyrings, though, new and old, might not be so used to it. Hopefully, the older Weyrlings had been keeping up with the schedule, but he couldn’t be sure. The Weyrling Master position had been shuffled around when they first got to the new Weyr. And with the craziness of the move and Hatching, M’ma hadn’t gotten a chance to watch over the group. Now, things would be a bit different though. He grinned gently and stretched. So much to do today.
Wake up, my lovely M’ma cooed to the green, easily rising the dragon with his mental voice. The two were too in-sync to be far off from waking together. The green dragon rose and stretched. Her eyes whirred with hunger, but she knew it was first Weyrling Lesson day. Food would have to wait a short while so Hers could instruct the new young ones. But food would come shortly.
Can you wake our Weyrlings? The new and old ones he asked sweetly, stretching his arms over his head. He winced as he heard his spine pop with each vertebra. He needed to check on his bed. It just wasn’t loving his back lately.
Heneth gently shook her head at Her’s back troubles. She knew it wasn’t the bed, just like he did. But she said nothing to him and, instead, sent the message out to the Weyrlings. Wake, wake, little Weyrlings! It is Lesson time! Please report to the Weyrbowl. Do not stop and get breakfast beforehand. Your dragons must come first! Older Weyrlings, please also report to the Weyrbowl first! Hurry, hurry! You must attend Lessons!
She nodded to herself. Yes, that seemed sufficient enough. She wasn’t the most forceful dragon, but she could be fiercesome if someone ticked her off, like being late for the Lesson. Unfortunately for them, it was a small group and M’ma had been watching. He would notice someone gone. His back might be going, but his mind was sharp.
With the message relayed, M’ma flew down to the Bowl to finish preparations. He had gotten carcasses and knives for the feeding lesson, as well as things to clean dragonets. The older Weyrlings should know how to properly do this, but he wanted them to feed and bathe their dragonets now while he could watch, just to make sure. With everything prepared, he waited in the Bowl for the Weyrlings, highly expecting the older ones first. After all, they should be used to waking up early.
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Post by Mango on Jul 11, 2010 21:59:21 GMT -5
Valee agreed. She was fine enough to be looked at by an apprentice. She had seen a significant decrease int he blood flowing onto her robe, so she felt like maybe her scratches were bleeding significantly less. She walked with the girl off the Sands, wishing for something that would help with the pain.Despite the seeming lack of seriousness, it still hurt. A lot. But the others had gotten it a lot worse. She only hoped she wouldn't need stitches like Batavia mentioned.
"Thanks," she said, slightly breathless. She had been holding her breath the hold time to help not think about the pain, "And I'll see you there!" The last statement came out stronger. She was soon whisked away by a healer.
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C'ko knew she would mention something about it. Luckily for him though, she had given him the option of whether or not to explain his statement. She probably [/i]expected[/i] an answer, but he was very good at not giving them. Especially when the girl wasn't angry with him.
"No, I do not," he said with that same grin, giving more meat to Peth. The dragon was eating it quickly, being a bit of a bigger build for a blue. This was the life. He had His, food, and a new friend! Polo is Mine's brown firelizard. He is sitting right there! On Mine's shoulder! Polo! This is Cryth! The firelizard let out a chirp of greeting but not even Peth really heard it.
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