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Post by Maykat on Jul 19, 2010 21:31:50 GMT -5
Who: Candidates What: Lesson When: Morning of the day after the Hatching
The first lesson after a Hatching was always the hardest. The candidates were dealing with their feelings of rejection, disappointment and embarrassment. So V’mio usually kept it short, just a review of the rules and schedules they would keep to until the next Flight. Sometimes he did a quick round of introductions if several candidates had been brought in just before the Hatching. He sat down on his stool, leaning back against the wall of the candidate barracks. It was a nice day, not hot yet but with promises to be a scorcher. To catch the breeze, V’mio had moved the lesson outside, to the back of the barracks. It was shady and somewhat private, enough to block out most distractions.
Felath lounged beyond the rows of benches and stools, creating a back wall for the ‘classroom.’ He enjoyed listening to lessons, or at least dozing nearby and pretending to listen. His scarred wing was stretched out wide across the ground. It had been aching lately, not bad enough to cause V’mio sympathy pains but sore enough to give the bronze discomfort. V’mio blamed it on the near-daily rains but the Felath it was just another part of life. Felath moved his head slightly as he heard the first of the candidates arriving.
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Mango
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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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Post by Maykat on Jul 21, 2010 17:25:15 GMT -5
“Good morning, Valee. How are you feeling?” V’mio’s tone made clear that it was not just a routine pleasantry. He worried about his wounded candidates like they were his children. He had talked with the healers after all the candidates had been treated, and he would keep up on all the wounded candidates’ progress behind their backs. From experience he knew that candidates usually said they were fine when they weren’t, and played up their illnesses when they were fine.
Batavia slunk in, reeking of sweat and stale wine and earning herself a look from Felath as she took a seat next to Valee. Her stomach, heavily dosed with numbweed, was actually the least of her aches and pains. Her head pounded, her stomach rolled, and her mouth tasted like a tunnel snake had crawled in and died. Her hair hung down her back in a thick and heavy braid, which was odd, because the last she could remember it had been loose and flowing. But then again, the last she could remember was eating with the other candidates. If she hadn’t spent the night with a worker who had to get up for the morning shift, Batavia would have completely missed the lesson.
She exchanged pleasantries with V’mio, updating him on her condition. Once his attention was removed from her and taken by some other candidates, Batavia slumped, wishing the bench had a back. “I think I died last night,” she muttered to Valee. "I feel like it anyway."
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Thorney
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Post by Thorney on Jul 21, 2010 18:32:42 GMT -5
Late. Late. Sharding late. That's what she was going to be.
Raelwyn clenched her jaw and ground her teeth together as she slowly readied herself for the day, choosing to wear a skirt so she could step slowly into her clothing without worrying about moving her bandages. The girl winced with every small movement of her legs, the stitches tender and scratchy as Fall. The little green had cut her deep, and she hadn't even been allowed to walk to the Feast last night. L'mar had to carry her. Thankfully, Tess had allowed her to go on her own two feet today, providing she took it slow and was careful not to tear her stitches.
'I'm taking it slow, alright.' The harper thought bitterly, finally settling the skirt on her hips and brushing her hair out of her face. Sighing, happy to finally have that little chore done, Raelwyn turned and leaned down slightly, stroking her bronze a couple of times while instructing him to stay put and wait for her. Cheeping in compliance, the little flit curled back up on her pillow, watching His girl slowly make her way out of the barracks.
"Thank Faranth classes are so close." The candidate said with a small smile, her progress painstakingly slow as she made baby steps out of the barracks. To be honest, Raelwyn did not think she had been hurt that badly at first, but the healers had made it very clear those cuts were rather deep, and Tess was adamant about her going about things carefully. Approaching V'mio, the girl winced as she stopped and bowed respectfully, both to the bronzerider and then to his dragon. "Good morning, Candidate Master, Felath. I hope you are both well. " Turning, Rael made her way to the other two girls and sat on the opposite side of Valee, grimacing as she bent her knees. Shards and shells, her legs hurt! "Good morning." She said softly to the other too, her eyes going from Valee and then to Batavia. "Are you both ok?"
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Post by Maykat on Jul 23, 2010 17:14:04 GMT -5
“We’re doing well, Raelwyn,” he answered. “How are you feeling? You must be glad to be up and moving around on your own.” He was glad to see her mobile. He had seen her being carried into the Feast by one of the weyrlings. “I want you, all three of you,” he said, looking to Valee and Batavia also, “to follow the healers’ instructions down to the letter about treating your wounds. You’ll be on light chore duty until you’re cleared.” Infections seemed to be more common in the south and he didn’t want one of his charges getting sick due to carelessness or pride.
V’mio looked at the three women sitting in a row. They’d all be on very light duty for a good two sevendays, plus Zandalorian who was still in the infirmary. It might have seemed like an excessive amount of damage from two dragonets, out of a clutch of only eight, but V’mio knew the outcome could have been a lot worse. Despite their injuries they looked to be in good shape, except for Batavia. But that was due to her self-sustained injuries, not the fault of the little brown.
Batavia sighed a little and closed her eyes at V’mio’s words. She still had her duties as a journeyman, but getting easy chores as a candidate would help to balance it out a little. She grunted at Raelwyn and wished again that her seat had a back. Instead she leaned her head on Valee’s shoulder. “Did either of you see me leave last night?” she asked quietly. “I don’t know if the gal I went with was good looking or not.”
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Mango
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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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