Mango
Weyrling
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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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Kaemi
Weyrling
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 12, 2010 23:59:24 GMT -5
MineMineMine!!
The voice burst into Lialla's mind, forcing her awake. She rolled over, so completely unused to such a brutal wakeup call. Sitting up slowly, she pulled the furs around her and looked at Cryth with sleep deeply infused in her eyes. “What is it, sweetheart? The sun's barely up.” She yawned, but her odd schedule had been so ingrained in her when she was younger, that once Lia was woken up, she was awake, and that was that. It wasn't always the best situation for her, but at least it meant she was awake for her green.
Heneth called us to the Weyrbowl! To the Weyrbowl! Lessons lessons lessons today! her voice called happily, and she nudged Hers, completely willing to knock her from slumber. “I'm up, I'm up,” the new weyrling said groggily, rubbing her eyes and then standing. “How much time do I have?” she asked. Heneth says we should not have breakfast but go straight to the Weyrbowl. The Weyrbowl. Have I been to the Weyrbowl yet, Minelove?
Softly, Lia cursed, unhappy to be roused at dawn without food and expected to go to her first Lesson. One look at Cryth, however, stripped her of her anger. She had Impressed, but the evening before, and now she had this... this wonderful creature to wake her up when dawn kissed the sky. How could she stay unhappy when her delightful new companion seemed so eager for them both to be happy? And it would be a folly to disagree with Cryth's good mood. “Alright. Then let me get dressed, and then we can go. We might have passed through it last night... I don't quite remember, dear. But I'll make sure you become properly acquainted with it this morning.
With that she stood and dressed, and she and Cryth were leaving the barracks within five minutes. After getting turned around a little- Lialla had become used to the Candidate Barracks, and was unused to the differences in directions. However, they were soon headed in the right direction again. Entering the Weyrbowl, the girl flourished with her hand, momentarily disregarding Heneth and their Weyrlingmaster, as well as the other weyrlings already there. “Green Cryth, I would be pleased to introduce you to the Weyrbowl.”
Less fancy than she would like, but there was little fancy about the Weyrbowl. So Lialla led her mindmate up to even with the rest of the weyrlings.
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Shells, a Lesson this early? He hadn't wished for a Weyrling Lesson this early and so soon after the Hatching... or, rather the post-Hatching feast. Just wake up, Mine. Heneth's expecting us. Dalisth wasn't big on liking the other green, but she respected her on the basic level of Heneth being an adult dragon in charge. “Yeah, yeah,” L'mar replied huffily. “Let's go, I'm ready.” He didn't both with the 'dressing' concept, and probably would have left the Barracks in merely a pair of his oldest, most worn-down (and therefore comfiest) trousers if Dalisth hadn't caught him.
No. Dress. Now. After a brief moment of pouting, L'mar did as asked and pulled on a shirt. He refused to change his trousers! “You drive me hard, love,” he told her as they actually did leave the Barracks, quick on their feet and not wasting time in arriving at the Weyrbowl. Learned from personal experience: the Weyrlingmaster didn't appreciate tardiness, although as an individual, M'ma was a pretty cool guy. Male greenriders had to stick together, after all!
The Hatching had been fantastic last night. No dragonets betweening and only a few maulings. Speaking of maulings, L'mar made a mental note to check and make sure that Raelwyn was alright. After all- he couldn't let his best friend be injured so without comment! This Lesson would be a great chance to congratulate the new weyrlings on their Impressions, which could be fun, too.
“Greetings, Weyrlingmaster, Green Heneth!” he said cheerily. “I hope you enjoyed the Hatching last night.”
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Post by Kristin on Jul 13, 2010 9:43:10 GMT -5
Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. Wake up! A cheerful voice resonated in F‘ren‘s head. A too cheerful voice. The weyrling groaned and put his hands over his ears in a useless try to block the sound. F‘renmine, you know you will regret it if you are late. F‘ren rubbed his eyes, late to what? Oh yes, weyrling lessons! He immediately woke fully up and hurried to get dressed. This was the first weyrling lessons for the new weyrlings and he looked forward to meeting the younglings. Finally there would be another bronze weyrling to talk to and of course Ranen and his dragon would be there too. Well no, it wasn‘t Ranen anymore but probably R‘nen.
When he arrived in the Weyr Bowl he looked around to see who were already there. Not many. It seemed that people were still a little tired after last night‘s feast. Shards! It seemed that he was surrounded by greenies. The Weyrlingmaster was of course a greenrider and L‘mar too and then there was a girl that impressed a green yesterday. Why are you complaining F‘renmine? I like greens. They‘re fun. F‘ren shook his head as he approached M‘ma. I like greens too dearest, it was just an observation. He was quick to assure Eneth before stopping before the Weyrlingmaster.
„Good day to you Weyrlingmaster and to you also beautiful Heneth.“ With the necessary greetings over with, F‘ren moved to stand beside L‘mar. „Looking forward to meeting the new weyrlings?"
Hello Dalisth. How are you and Yours doing today? Dalisth was Eneth’s favorite green clutch-sister and he liked talking to her. She was more fun than most other green dragons he’d met and he moved to stand beside her.
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K’vinmine! Heneth is calling us! We are supposed to go to a lesson! Aren’t you excited K’vinmine?! Asileth certainly was excited as she waited impatiently for Hers to wake up. She didn’t have to wait long because Hers was just as excited as her, if not more. K’vin jumped up the moment he heard Asileth and immediately went to hug her. K’vin had been hugging Asileth a lot since he impressed her. He just couldn’t get enough of feeling her warm body against his.
After hugging Asileth for a suitable amount of time, K’vin started searching for appropriate clothes to wear. But what where appropriate clothes for a weyrling lesson? K’vin finally decided on comfortable clothes that were allowed to get dirty but weren’t too shabby and then the excited pair hurried to the Weyr Bowl.
K’vin was relieved to note that he wasn’t late, at least it looked like he wasn’t because so few people were already there. He walked hesitantly towards M’ma, the Weyrlingmaster, to greet him. “Good morning Weyrlingmaster and good morning Heneth,” K’vin said respectfully. “I’m K’vin of green Asileth.” He said in case M'ma didn't know who they were. Then he then stepped away from them and looked around for a place to stand while waiting for the lesson to begin. He recognized L’mar but another boy was talking to him so K’vin went instead to join Lialla. She had impressed yesterday like K’vin and she had also impressed a green but K’vin only smiled a little in greeting and then looked away from her to M’ma, eager for the lesson to begin.
Suddenly there was a flash of brown and Toll had settled on K’vin’s shoulder before he knew it. The brown firelizard wasted no time in scolding K’vin for leaving him behind and K’vin tried to sooth his faithful companion but Toll flew away in a huff to go to Asileth. Guilt gnawed at K’vin, he’d hardly paid any attention to Toll since impressing Asileth yesterday. Toll didn’t deserve that, they’d been together for six years, and K’vin promised himself that he would start to pay more attention to the brown and not focus all of his attention on Asileth.
Asileth for her part, greeted no one but instead stayed close to Hers. Then the small one came and Asileth greeted him enthusiastically. Asileth and the little brown had clicked instantly much to the relief of Theirs and Toll loved to show Asileth images of various dragons and firelizards that he’d already met as much as she loved to see them.
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Kira
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Evil Mod of DOOM!!!!!
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Post by Kira on Jul 13, 2010 12:32:37 GMT -5
This was not going to be a good morning. L'cin sighed again, for probably the ninetieth time in the past few minutes. He loved his sister - no, really, he did! - but sometimes... He hefted the weight on his back again, trying to make her somehow less heavy.
"Quit m'vin' so m'ch," came the miserable reply from buried in his shoulder. He sighed again and rolled his eyes. Yes, he loved her, or he would have dropped her by now. He could feel their dragons trailing after them. Queth was curious and amused, but nothing could dim his spirits over the promised lessons. Feynth was going back and forth at being amused at what S'ren had done to herself and sympathy for his rider; the fact that he could feel the echo of the effects himself kept tipping that balance back and forth and adding a note of annoyance.
"You should probably try to wake up more. M'ma might be slightly sympathetic because of the feast, but there's no way you're getting out of at least the morning's duties."
"D'nt talk s' loud..." Today was going to be a long day.
It had taken awhile for then both to get used to waking up early at Silver Cove when they'd first come. They were certainly both accustomed to waking with the sun, yes, but that had been at Ista and Telgar where the sun rose several hours later. Those frantic two months at Silver Cove were mostly filled with grabbing sleep when you could, and if you couldn't sleep then you were helping somewhere. Cerulean had been only slightly less frantic at first, but after they'd Impressed it had been duty to their lifemates that put them back on a steady sleep schedule.
L'cin wasn't in the least a morning person, but few people could distinguish the difference between his usual quietude and I'm-only-half-awake quietude. S'ren, unfortunately for him, was an all day person - up and bouncing and chattering from dawn until dusk - and sometimes later than that.
...Except this morning, since she had managed to sneak into some of the revelry and garnish some wine from some of the elder riders. Resulting in the unfortunate hangover that was making her severely ill. It had been a struggle dragging her away from the wastebin. In the back of his mind, L'cin was thankful she was his sister and thus didn't count as a girl, or helping her get dressed that morning would have been a lot more embarrassing. ...He was just glad she'd ended up in her own weyr.
Sighing yet again as they entered the Weyrbowl, L'cin quickly gravitated to the two Weyrlings he already knew. Setting his sister down and trying to get her to let go, he nodded a quiet hello at F'ren and L'mar. After a few minutes of struggle, he gave up and made room to sit directly in front of S'ren since she wouldn't quit clinging to his shirt to bury her face in it. Apparently it was too bright, even at dawn. Well, at least the new guys would get a chance to learn their basic duties for today before S'ren would get to them and talk their ears off. There would be no such luck tomorrow.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Jul 13, 2010 13:06:57 GMT -5
Rare indeed was the day that Beastcrafter Kheron did not rise with the sun, already awake candlemarks before many other men. However, today he was no longer Kheron, but K’ron, and so was no longer a beastcrafter, but he was a dragonrider. The night before had almost been a blur to the boy, a whirl of shattering shells, vivid, bright emotions, and a merry feast that had lasted into darkness. As such, the new weyrling was not awake, or even close to it. He snored quite contentedly in his new bunk, his beloved new partner curled up on a couch at his side. However, at the rousing call from Heneth, the large brown unfurled his wings and raised his head, shaking it to dispel the haze of sleep.
Mine, it is time to wake. The dragonet said, his deep mindvoice strong but calm. Calzanth turned his whirling eyes on the strange soft-couch His lay on, and snorted to hear another snore out of the boy’s mouth. Mine, we must go. Miiiiine? MINE!
Jerking awake, almost falling off he cot in surprise, the weyrling cast his amber gaze around, searching for who had called him. Realizing an instant later it was Calzanth, the memories of the previous day flooding back, the boy felt a boundless surge of energy course through him, followed only a second later by a wave of love and disbelief. Almost unable to grasp that he had Impressed such a wonderful dragonet as his Calzanth, K’ron hopped off the bed and leaned down to scratch the brown’s eyeridges, love and adoring singing between them. Beginning to hum in contentment, the hatchling almost forgot about the Weyrling Master’s call. Almost. But Cal was a very loyal and stout dragon, and he simply could not wait to begin his lessons. He would fly, and he would chew firestone, and he would scorch that evil Thread right out of the sky! Well, not today, he wouldn’t, but the brown was eager to begin so one day he could. Mine, we must attend lessons. Heneth calls. We must go!
Quickly rising, the weyrling began pulling on some of his older clothing, knowing that he would likely be filthy before the morning was through. As he dressed, K’ron could not keep himself from glancing at Calzanth again and again, as if trying to convince himself that this was indeed real. For his part, the hatchling continued to hum softly, feeling the affection of his rider and returning the same. Though brown, the dragonet was huge, as large as a bronze and built as perfect as perfect could be. Sleek and beautifully dual-toned in color, the ex-beastcrafter could not stare enough to be satisfied. As he pulled on his boots, a flash of dusky green announced the arrival of Yumi, his little flit. “Where have you been, huh?” K’ron said, grinning as she circled lazily about. After a few pictures of Toll flashed through his mind, the weyrling got the general idea.
Together, the boy, dragonet, and flitter hurried to M’ma and Heneth, coming before the Weyrling Master. “Good morning, Weyrling Master, and to you as well, Heneth. I am K’ron of brown Calzanth.” After all the proper greetings had been made, the trio stepped to the side.
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Post by Mello on Jul 13, 2010 19:59:09 GMT -5
He needed to wake up. Because… because someone was calling him to go to…. somewhere. Somewhere important. Lessons. That was it, he had to go to lessons. But he had been to lessons so many times before he knew everything the Candidate Master had to say. Surely he could just stay in bed for a few more minutes….
No, a voice in his mind insisted. We must go. Heneth insisted. And Hers isn’t the Candidate Master, he is the Weyrling Master. And you may have been to lessons before, but I haven’t, and I want to learn. So you have to get up, R’nenmine.[/color] Sleepily, Ranen wondered when the voice in the back of his mind had gotten so persistent, and why it felt as though his hand was resting on something warm and soft.
And then he sat straight up in bed as it all came rushing back to him. The Hatching, watching each hatchling find someone, hoping that the tan brown would be able to leave his adoptive mother and come over to the candidates, the shock and awe when he did and chose him of all people. R’nen, he was R’nen now. He liked the sound of that. R’nen of brown Olloth, the most perfect dragon he had ever seen.
As he pulled himself out of sleep, he smiled at the brown dragon, who had worked his head underneath his hand while he was sleeping and was currently giving him a look of patient suffering. Are you awake now R’nen? Can we go? R’nen knew his laugh was probably giddy, a mixture of the loss of a few hours of sleep, excitement, nerves, and happiness, but he didn’t really care. “Yeah, just give me a second Olloth, okay?” The dragon let out a snort, almost a sigh, and backed up enough to allow his rider to slip out of bed and grab the closest pair of pants and shirt, yanking them on quickly. Putting on his pants reminded him of the scratches he had gotten the day before, but they weren’t bad. He had fared better than some of the other candidates, in more than one approach…
It only took a minute before he was ready, and he led an eager Olloth out of the barracks and to the Weyrbowl where the other Weyrlings were gathering. Olloth stayed close the entire walk, and every few moments R’nen couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and caressing the brown. Part of him could hardly believe that this all wasn’t some kind of dream, expecting to suddenly wake up in the candidate barracks with the memory of Olloth choosing someone else.
No, Olloth’s firm voice intruded on his thoughts, even though he had hardly been aware that that was where his mind had been going. He made a mental note to get a better grasp on his own thoughts. I chose you, and I wouldn’t have chosen anyone else. To emphasize, the brown gently nudged his rider with his head. I know, Olloth, R’nen replied soothingly. I’m just so glad. His hand softly resting on the brown’s side and a grin on his face, the pair finally made it to the group.
“Good morning, Weyrling Master, Heneth,” R’nen said as they joined the group. He realized he hadn’t gotten a chance to meet many of the other candidates, and so most of the faces were new to him. There were, however, some he knew, and he made his way to the small group. “Hi F’ren, Eneth,” he greeted the weyrling. When he had moved over to the small group, he noticed another boy sitting on the ground in front of a girl clinging to his shirt. “L’cin,” he added with a smile. He didn’t know the others in the group, although they all seemed to be part of the older weyrling class- at least he didn’t recognize any of them from the day before. With that realization, he glanced around a bit uneasily. Was he supposed to be with the others of his class?
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Mango
Weyrling
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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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Kira
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Evil Mod of DOOM!!!!!
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Post by Kira on Jul 17, 2010 0:32:38 GMT -5
L'cin smiled up at Ranen - no, R'nen now. "Good morning to you as well." Poking the burrowed head lightly, he managed to get a squinting S'ren to lift her face enough to stare at him. "This is my sister, S'ren. ...I think I mentioned her in the infirmary at some point." Or several points.
"You b'tt'r have mentioned me," she grumbled, placing her chin on his shoulder to squint up at the newcomer. "Hiya. ...Hey, wait, you made a friend on your own?!" Though obviously not 100%, she still managed a modicum of a teasing grin as she poked L'cin in the ribs.
L'cin felt his face flush and looked at the incredibly interesting ground. And would have stayed that way, except he - being rather ticklish - let out a rather unmanly sound and squirmed, his face flaming redder in embarrassment. Clearing his throat, he managed to mumble out something that sounded vaguely like, "...chores...infirmary..." Sighing and running a hand through his hair, he introduced R'nen to his sister. He bit his lip and looked up at the other boy cautiously - partly due to his own embarrassment, and partly because he was oh-so-very sorry for inflicting his sister's attention on the poor guy.
With a miserable sigh, S'ren sat up a bit more as the stragglers made their way in. "Y'know...I should really get to know the others. ...Soon. ...When my stomach lining isn't interested in escaping anymore."
And then M'ma began the lesson. S'ren winced when he mentioned alcohol. She really hadn't meant to get knackered...she'd just wanted to celebrate with the others. When he mentioned no intercourse, her brow furrowed. She never recalled that one before. Wasn't it a good idea for them to get some experience before having to deal with Flightlust? Yes, some of them weren't sixteen yet, and thus not adults, and that could be bad, so on, so forth. And those with male dragons could simply go elsewhere during the chasing when they could actually fly. ...But those with greens would need to be prepared. You can't stop them from Rising, after all - nor did anyone have the right to.
Curious, she borrowed a move from L'cin and bit her lip as they led their dragonets off to be fed and bathed. She'd ask M'ma when he came over to check on them. Until then, she was somewhat glad that Feynth had enough balance that he didn't mind when she leaned on him just a bit.
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Kaemi
Weyrling
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Post by Kaemi on Jul 19, 2010 22:29:41 GMT -5
Greetings, Eneth Dalisth said. She liked him. He was a bronze, and handsome, and on top of it all, he wasn't a deadglow like some of her other clutchsiblings. Did she mention that he was a bronze? Mine and I are doing well. Or, I'm doing well, and Mine's trying not to fall asleep. I hope you and Yours are fairing well, she continued calmly. She was glad that he had come over near her. She liked him. He was a bronze.
L'mar rolled his eyes at Dali's thoughts: he wasn't sure what her deal was with all the boy dragons. Smiling in greeting at F'ren, the weyrling shrugged. "I guess. It looks like an odd bunch this time around, but it's not like us older ones are any more normal. I hear that kid over there-" he nodded at C'ko- "has an imaginary flitter... which is actually pretty cool." Yes, he'd have to get to know their youngest weyrling, who was yelling in his greeting of one of the only two new female weyrlings. Seemed like he'd be fun to get to know.
Speaking of the girl. She was, if he wasn't mistaken, the one that S'ren had pointed out at the Hatching. The one who's green had clawed his best friend. Neither weyrling nor dragon could be blamed, of course, and he'd never even think of holding it against them, but it was a good identifying tool. Oh, the Lesson was starting. Yay.
"It's too early!" he whined to M'ma loudly, fully expecting to be ignored by their exuberant Weyrling Master. Actually, L'mar was waking up quickly. Not quickly enough to be paying attention to the Lesson, of course, but he knew most of it already. At the section on alcohol, he couldn't help but look over to grin at S'ren, who was obviously hurting from her fun evening the night before. That was pretty much the only thing he really heard, at least until he was released to feed and bathe Dalisth. The green was unwilling to let him ignore those words, and so the weyrling complied. Leading the prettiest green of the bunch off (alright, granted, he was a bit biased. Shh, don't tell anyone), he nudged L'cin to express his sympathies.
"Your sister looks delightful this morning. After this, do you want to find some large metal objects to bang around her?"
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Lialla nodded to K'vin when he neared her. They had spoken the previous evening, after the Hatching, when avoiding the Feast... but frankly, she was glad that he didn't try to talk to her. Anything that came out of her mouth this morning wasn't guaranteed to be coherent. This was a different kind of tired than she had been experiencing with her odd sleep schedule. This was the kind of tired that responded negatively towards speech and motor function. Oh goody. She got to try and listen to whatever their Weyrling Master, M'ma, was saying.
Oh... even more delightful. The green weyrling winced when C'ko came up and began yelling his greeting. Alright, so he wasn't actually yelling, but he just sounded so excited and alert. It was the equivalent to yelling when Rukbat had yet to hit a decent mark in the sky. "Morning. How are you so awake[?" she implored. "Don't you sleep?" Probably not. This was C'ko they were talking about. He had already claimed that sleeping was unnecessary, and he frequently mocked her for her devotion to the practice.
Listening to M'ma was a chore, but Lia managed enough that she knew to grab the smallest carcass for her tiny dragonet. She wasn't entirely aware of what she was grabbing (which was probably a good thing...) but instead began chopping it up as good as she could manage. Cryth didn't complain, instead happy to devour whatever Hers could manage to cut off. Of course, she wasn't silent, but was chattering away. To who, Lialla didn't know-- oh. Her green was talking to her. -so I'm not sure whether or not I should say hihi and I want to talk to my clutchsiblings but I don't want them all to hate meme and there's older ones here too soso I was to meet them and make new friends but maybe I should wait until they eat and are happier what should I do LiaMineMine?
The weyrling blinked at her dragons words, trying to go through them again and figure out what Cryth had just babbled about. Oh. You should probably say hi to Peth, since you and he are friends. Other than that, I'm not sure, sweetheart, the girl replied, floored. She wasn't the best at social situations, herself, and her green's brain worked in a completely different way, one which was alien to Lialla. She had a feeling, though, that she would never figure it out, and that she should just accept it. Alright! Turning her head unnecessarily towards the ugly blue, Cryth greeted him happily. Hihi Peth!
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Post by Kristin on Jul 26, 2010 7:59:43 GMT -5
We are fairing very well thank you. Mine is not so sleepy now but he was when he woke up. He thinks it‘s fun to have the new ones. I think so too. Do you? But now I‘m not the only bronze here anymore. And there are three new greens! But none of them is as beautiful as you Dalisth. [/i] Eneth wasn‘t really sure about that bronze. He knew that the new bronze wasn‘t as handsome and clever as he was but he was still slightly scared that the new one would steal all the greens.
F‘ren looked at the boy that L‘mar had pointed out. So that was the infamous boy with the imaginary firelizard. To be honest F‘ren wasn‘t very interested in talking to the boy. He wouldn‘t know how to act around a person that was quite clearly crazy. Hopefully the boy would grow out of it, F‘ren didn‘t see how a boy that saw things that weren‘t there would be allowed to fight thread in the future.
F‘ren listened obediently to everything that M‘ma said but grew more bored with every word. He had heard all this before. And he didn‘t like those stupid rules more now than he had when he first heard them. He could tolerate the no alcohol thing, it was annoying but not unbearable. But the ban on intercourse was a pain. F‘ren had been celibate for much too long and he was starting to get very inpatient. Fortunately, the wait for weyrlinghood to be done was almost over.
He led Eneth away from the younger weyrlings and M‘ma, he was slightly disappointed that he wouldn‘t get a chance to talk to the new weyrlings but understood the reason. As he tended to Eneth‘s needs, he watched his fellow weyrlings. S‘ren didn‘t seem to be particularly fresh and F‘ren winced in sympathy. He wasn‘t unfamiliar with the woes of being hung over but unlike S‘ren, he had been a good boy and hadn‘t been drunk in a long time. „I assume you had fun last night, didn‘t you? At least I hope for your sake you did or your headache would so not be worth it.“ He was well aware that she probably wasn‘t in the mood for talking, but that only made it more fun for him.
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K‘vin eagerly gave M‘ma all his attention when the Weyrlingmaster started talking. He drank in every word and made sure to memorize all the rules. He wasn‘t going to mess this up. He was going to make sure that Asileth was the happiest and healthiest dragon in the Weyr. He had no problem with the rules. He had never had a drop of alcohol in his life and wasn‘t planning too. He had seen how people acted when they were intoxicated and had no desire to make a fool of himself. No fights weren‘t a problem either. K‘vin was not a violent man by any means and he would probably lose any fight he engaged in anyway.
Intimate relationships. K‘vin didn‘t mind that ban in the least. He was not ready for such things and appreciated every delay. Even if it was inevitable that it would happen soon. He was all too aware of the fact that Asileth was a green and nothing could stop her from rising when she matured. And she would rise often. K‘vin shuddered at the thought. Maybe he could persuade her to rise later when K‘vin was ready? He pushed all thoughts of intimate relationships out of his head and focused on M‘ma again who was outlining their schedule.
Finally! I‘m soooooooooo hungry Mine. [/i] Was Asileth‘s gleeful response when M‘ma pointed to the carcasses and instructed them to feed the dragons. K‘vin carefully picked one of the smaller carcasses and started carving the meat while Asileth twitched impatiently beside him. Thankfully he wasn‘t disgusted by the bloody carcass, his healer training had made sure that he wasn‘t squeamish. He was careful to try to not overfeed Asileth but it was hard with Asileth constantly bumping her head against K‘vin to demand more meat.
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Post by Mello on Jul 28, 2010 16:58:31 GMT -5
R’nen gave L’cin’s sister a half smile. She seemed very… out of it. He reminded himself not to ever get that into his drink- it didn’t seem to be worth it the following morning. S’ren seemed to be so different then her brother, although he didn’t think it was really fair to judge her on that particular morning. At least she had L’cin there to look after her. He couldn’t imagine any of his siblings doing anything more than making fun of him if he was in the same position. Still, part of him couldn’t help but hope she turned her attention elsewhere. Not that that was reason to be rude, though. “Nice to meet you, S’ren,” he managed to say, feeling bad for L’cin’s slightly embarrassing situation. Next to him, Olloth was watching curiously, but if he had an opinion on the whole situation, he kept it to himself.
But then M’ma was beginning the lesson and he and Olloth both turned their attention towards the Weyrling Master. The rules seemed simple enough. Looking at S’ren didn’t exactly make him overly excited about drinking, anyways, so it wouldn’t be a huge loss to give what little drink he had previously indulged in up. And avoiding physical relationships… well, he could remember all too well his conversation with F’ren the other day. Olloth wasn’t ready for him to have a physical relationship, which was plenty of reason to not have one, but he wasn’t really ready either, if he was honest with himself, so that wouldn’t be hard. Physical fights would be a little more difficult though. Not that he went around looking for fights, but sometimes he needed to show people that he wasn’t weak. And the tried and true method of doing that was showing them he was strong…
But Mine, Olloth’s voice cut into his thoughts. You have me now. They will see you with me and know you are strong anyways. The simple draconic logic brought a smile to R’nen’s face as he continued to listen to the lesson.
Schedules and times and orders… it could make his head hurt. He had adjusted to his schedule as a candidate, but it hadn’t been nearly as structured. So they were supposed to wake up, then feed, bathe, and oil the dragons, then eat themselves, then a break, and then… what was next? He wasn’t sure he would ever remember where he was supposed to be. But then again, maybe for Olloth he could, he reasoned with himself, moving his hand to rest on the dragon’s warm brown hide.
And then it was time for Lessons… At first, R’nen barely suppressed a groan. He had never enjoyed lessons before, somehow they just never clicked with him.
But this wasn’t the kind of lesson he was used to- it was learning how to feed Olloth. R’nen silently decided that they should come up with a new name for it. Lessons were much worse than chores, but there really wasn’t anything else he would rather be doing than learning how to take care of Olloth.
I’m not too much work? Olloth asked as R’nen found a carcass that looked acceptable- perhaps not the largest, but one of the bigger ones- and began to cut it up. Not at all, love, R’nen replied with a slight laugh as he sliced carefully. He was no stranger to a knife, really, but he also didn’t have much practice cutting meat like that and he didn’t want to cut himself. Finally he had a few pieces to feed to Olloth, and the dragon hummed contentedly as R’nen fed him, bumping his head into his rider’s side gently as soon as he had finished in the hopes of more. “Hey,” R’nen laughed. “I’m going, don’t worry.” It still felt somewhat like a dream, even as he stood there cutting up raw meat, but if it was a dream, it was one of the best dreams he had ever had, so he couldn’t bring himself to really care all that much.
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Mango
Weyrling
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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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Kira
Cerulean Weyr Staff
Evil Mod of DOOM!!!!!
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Post by Kira on Aug 24, 2010 13:56:12 GMT -5
S'ren returned her attention to R'nen for a moment and gave him a miserable little grin She'd have to get to know this boy who'd made friends with her precious twin brother. But the lesson had begun and it could wait until she wasn't feeling so...bleh. Both of the twins grinned when L'mar whined about the early hour. They should all be used to it by now, really. L'mar's grinning at S'ren when M'ma mentioned alcohol was COMPLETELY UNWANTED, and she made sure to let him know so by flipping him a very rude gesture from behind L'cin's back. She was going to be in enough trouble without M'ma scolding her for that too, after all. L'cin covered his mouth as he tried not to let S'ren hear him laugh at L'mar's suggestion. He did shoot the other boy a rather wicked grin, though. "As hilarious as that would be, I'm the one who would have to listen to her whine. Or listen to Feynth whine about her whining, if I managed to escape." Ah, but one day he'd find a way to torment his sister in return...somehow. Though she didn't catch all of their words, S'ren gleaned just enough to know it was about her and they were up to no good. "I know where you both sleep!" she grumbled after them. When F'ren asked if she had fun, she just stared at him quizzically for a moment before realization dawned. "Yeah, a lot...I think. There's a point that I don't quite remember after, except asking Fey to help me figure out how to get back to my weyr." She pouted. Who knew what kind of drunken fun she'd gotten up to and couldn't even remember? But enough of this 'talking' stuff; it made her head hurt. She shoo'ed the pesky bronzerider as they got to the lagoon used for bathing. -----timeskip----- 'Why is there so much of you?' L'cin teased affectionately as he slathered on some more of the oil. He was laying it on in a much thicker coat today, since he'd seen some spots that looked like they might crack or peel. He'd been doing it the same way as had been approved since the beginning, so it should be right, but perhaps Queth was just growing faster than he had been before. Well, nothing to do except make him extra slick and shiny for the moment being. Maybe he'd ask M'ma if it could be necessary to oil him twice in a day if he noticed more dry patches tomorrow. As taxing as it would be, it was well worth it to keep his mindmate healthy. S'ren smiled slightly at M'ma's comment on her coloring. He was such a sweet guy, not even S'ren could find it in her to tease him very often, even if he scolded like her mother. At the mention of food, she wrinkled her nose. Her stomach was not a fan of that idea, even if it was logically a very good idea. "I think bread and water will be it for me... I don't think I could keep anything tastier down, and I don't care to figure out if it's just as tasty coming back up." She gave him a wry grin, fully aware of just how gross that was. Growing momentarily serious, though, she murmured to the Weyrling Master, "I honestly didn't mean to drink that much. I just wanted to try a little, in good fun with some of the elder people, but...I don't know how much I had," she finished contritely. She frowned, obviously not liking that. She'd have to be far more careful in the future, if she ever decided to try alcohol again. It wouldn't be happening any time soon though, that was for sure. "Um...also, sir? Just wondering... I understand most of the rules you set down for us, but I was a bit curious about one of them. When we were Candidates, we were all encouraged to experiment with sex and stuff so that when our dragons flew in Mating Flights we wouldn't be unprepared. ...And honestly I don't think everyone took that idea to heart. I mean, those of us with male dragons can just send them away instead of letting them Chase if we need to, even if it's sorta unfair to them. But the people with greens aren't going to be able to tell their dragons 'no' when it comes time to rise. If they panic because they don't know what to expect, wouldn't that be dangerous? I just...don't quite understand the rule. I mean, getting pregnant would be an issue for us girls since we have to focus on our dragons for now, but there's usually someone around who'd be willing to take you between if you're worried." S'ren shrugged. It wasn't like she was as rowdy as some of the boys, but she liked having the option if she wished. It just seemed like the rule was more...counterproductive than anything.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Aug 30, 2010 10:49:00 GMT -5
Listening intently to the weyrling master, K’ron glanced over at the carcasses nearby, not even blinking once at the carnage. Here, he had a bit of an advantage, since he was a former beastcrafter, after all. Bloody, dead herdbeasts really didn’t bother him in the slightest. Come on, Cal. Time to eat. The boy said quickly, making his way towards one of the larger animals. His brown was a big boy, especially for his color, and needed quite a bit of meat to fill his belly.
Oh, good. I am rather hungry, K’ronmine. Calzanth said, and though his voice sounded calm, his bonded could feel the pangs of hunger just as sharply as if his own stomach was the one roiling and demanding food. Grinning, the new weyrling reached down and scratched one eyeridge affectionately, still unable to believe this amazing, perfect creature had chosen him for a rider. How could he really be worthy of the brown?
Because I chose you, and no one else. The dragonet replied, crooning as he rubbed his head against the boy’s leg. K’ron smiled, unable to keep from it when he felt the waves of love and adoration coursing from his new partner. Could life get any better? The weyrling had a feeling it didn’t.
Approaching the herdbeast he had chosen, K’ron was suddenly delighted when he found a familiar face kneeling close by. “Morning, K’vin!” The weyrling said, rather delighted to have spotted his friend. Calzanth, too, was pleased to see his favorite sister gulping down her own food nearby, and rumbled a greeting towards her. From the boy’s shoulder, Yumi spotted Toll with the little green bigwing, and chirped happily to get his attention. Kneeling at the larger herdbeast, K’ron began to carefully carve off chunks of meat, feeding them slowly to his dragon. “How are you feeling, K’vin? I have to admit, I’m still pretty much reeling from shock.” Grinning, the weyrling nodded towards his friend’s dragonet. “Asileth looks good.”
Good morning, Asileth. The large brown said, turning his neck to look at the green from his bonded’s side. For whatever reason, Calzanth had an affection for his clutchsister, a protectiveness that arose whenever he saw her. Just a like a real big brother.
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Post by Kristin on Aug 30, 2010 16:34:58 GMT -5
K‘vin turned and grinned when he heard a familiar voice. K‘ron seemed to be in a good mood, after all how could he not? He had impressed Calzanth only yesterday. „Good morning K‘ron. You don‘t look as tired from last night‘s festivities as some do, or did you not go?“ K‘vin hadn‘t gone but he didn‘t regret it in the slightest. He had found a new friend in Lialla, who was someone K‘vin could tell things that he‘d never be able to tell K‘ron.
How was he feeling? It was simply indescribable what he was feeling, but then again he didn‘t think that he needed to explain that to K‘ron. „I‘m feeling... Oh Faranth! It‘s amazing isn‘t it? This feeling. I‘m still getting used to this sense of being whole at last.“ He stared lovingly at his green tearing a piece of meat apart. „Asileth... Is amazing.“ He stared at her for a little while before remembering his manners and hastily turning back to K‘ron. „Calzanth looks good also. He‘s big for a brown isn‘t he?“
After stealing a bit of meat from the greenbigwing Toll abandoned her in favor of the green that was his size. Yumi was a pretty green and Toll flew to her chirping his greeting. He playfully nudged the green and quickly flew away before advancing and nudging Yumi again. He then flew away again and waited for Yumi to play with him.
Oh Calzanth was here! That was very lovely. Calzanth was her specialbrown and she liked him the most of all the other dragons. Hello Calzanth. How are you? Are you hungry? I was hungry but then K‘vinmine fed me this lovely meat and I‘m not as hungry as before. She nudged Hers impatiently. He shouldn‘t forget her just because Calzanth‘s was here! She wasn‘t forgetting to eat jus because Calzanth was here, even if he was special. Sorry love. Here you are. And why is Calzanth so special? Is it because K‘ron and I are friends? Asileth pondered this before dismissing the question as silly. Calzanth just is special. I like him. He‘s my specialbrown.
K‘vin snorted at Asileth‘s answer. She didn‘t seem to be very keen on talking to other dragons and had only reluctantly been drawn into conversation with Cryth, but for some reason Calzanth was ‘special´. „Asileth really likes Calzanth. She says he‘s his specialbrown.“ K‘vin told K‘ron smiling.
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