Post by Lothyna on Nov 10, 2010 4:03:17 GMT -5
Who: V’ton, Dysiiliouth, and his wing.
What: Training, Mourning, and New People
Where: Weyrbowl / Flight Grounds
When: Early Afternoon til Dinner
Warnings: Sadness, potential injury in training
A slight wind stirred the summer’s heat, though it didn’t bring much relief this far into the center of the island area that Cerulean laid claim to. Of course, this suited the dragons just fine, especially the giant bronze who had until recently been sprawled flat on the heated rocks, soaking up as much sun as he could. Dysiiliouth had only recently sent the call out to the wing to gather them, as he and V’ton had been training and recovering from their wounds and the trauma of the discovery of Silver Cove’s fall. Eyes whirling slowly, he rumbled a soothing note at his rider, feeling V’tons lingering anger and fear. Neither expected the meeting would go well-and there would be gaps for some time from the deaths and injuries too severe to allow mobility, but aside from that, both wanted the whole wing to gather together.
Especially given the deaths which had so affected them, and would leave gaps needing to be filled. V’ton stared overhead for some time, tracking the lazy flight of a blue enjoying the currents towards the sea, before shaking himself and double-checking the harness on his dragon. “Well.” He murmured, then fell silent, feeling Dysiiliouth ease into his mind enough for images and feelings to share, instead of words. ~You should find Keiko after this.~[/color] Dysiiliouth finally spoke, knowing that the girls’ vivacity was something that his could use, especially now. “Oh, hush Dys. I probably will, but we need…” He paused, remembering the last sight he had had, of Reinth and H’seo. “We need to find other riders to fill the gaps. And discuss which Weyrlings we might want to commandeer when they graduate.”
More, he wanted to get his wing working on formations and maneuvers for battle, not just Fall. It was obvious, now, that such was a necessity. He wished there were another way, but such madness… Shuddering, V’ton felt a chill despite the heat, and forcibly moved himself, climbing up his bronze’s leg with a slap to the shoulder. “Alright, Dys. Let’s get airborne while we wait. I want to double-check how your mobility is after the battle with that brown.” He murmured, making sure that the notes he had for the meeting part of training were securely rolled and tucked away in a pocket. As Dysiiliouth lumbered into the air, he welcomed V’ton into their bond enough that they shared the sensations of straining muscles for a brief moment, checking over the strain Dysiiliouth had received to one pinion, and the sturdy feel of the newly-grown hide where he’d taken a slash.
Satisfied, the two flew for several minutes before the wing started to arrive, and dropped into a neat landing as the first group of greens and blues settled. Dismounting, V’ton moved among those present, greeting each pair and checking in with both on their healing and mental state, as he always did. A notepad and pen allowed him to write down anything that came up, including requests for items or time to rest, or potential flights, if there was an issue in a weyr-pair, etc. As he did so, he was aware of Dysiiliouth greeting each dragon, and checking in with them the same way, sharing any tidbits that were needed, such as strains or injuries riders thought healed that weren’t, or were just too foolhardy to admit. Unfortunately, it did happen.
Walking back towards the larger brown of his Wing Seconds, V'ton aimed a grin at U'ar, waving once at him in greeting. As he waited for the brown rider to come down and talk, V'ton glanced back through the ranks of his wing. With the advent of the Surviving Weyrlings reaching maturity, he'd gained three new members, though he didn't see any of them yet. Nor their dragons. S'ren, F'ren-and Faranth, that combination, of names and personalities- and L'mar were still absent. Hoping they'd show soon, he turned back to Odyth, wanting to discuss with the older man some ideas for new routines-and meeting at some point to hash out new drills between the two of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Present:
-U'ar of brown Odyth-WINGSECOND.
-F'ren of bronze Eneth
-S'ren of blue Feynth
-L'mar of green Dalisth
What: Training, Mourning, and New People
Where: Weyrbowl / Flight Grounds
When: Early Afternoon til Dinner
Warnings: Sadness, potential injury in training
A slight wind stirred the summer’s heat, though it didn’t bring much relief this far into the center of the island area that Cerulean laid claim to. Of course, this suited the dragons just fine, especially the giant bronze who had until recently been sprawled flat on the heated rocks, soaking up as much sun as he could. Dysiiliouth had only recently sent the call out to the wing to gather them, as he and V’ton had been training and recovering from their wounds and the trauma of the discovery of Silver Cove’s fall. Eyes whirling slowly, he rumbled a soothing note at his rider, feeling V’tons lingering anger and fear. Neither expected the meeting would go well-and there would be gaps for some time from the deaths and injuries too severe to allow mobility, but aside from that, both wanted the whole wing to gather together.
Especially given the deaths which had so affected them, and would leave gaps needing to be filled. V’ton stared overhead for some time, tracking the lazy flight of a blue enjoying the currents towards the sea, before shaking himself and double-checking the harness on his dragon. “Well.” He murmured, then fell silent, feeling Dysiiliouth ease into his mind enough for images and feelings to share, instead of words. ~You should find Keiko after this.~[/color] Dysiiliouth finally spoke, knowing that the girls’ vivacity was something that his could use, especially now. “Oh, hush Dys. I probably will, but we need…” He paused, remembering the last sight he had had, of Reinth and H’seo. “We need to find other riders to fill the gaps. And discuss which Weyrlings we might want to commandeer when they graduate.”
More, he wanted to get his wing working on formations and maneuvers for battle, not just Fall. It was obvious, now, that such was a necessity. He wished there were another way, but such madness… Shuddering, V’ton felt a chill despite the heat, and forcibly moved himself, climbing up his bronze’s leg with a slap to the shoulder. “Alright, Dys. Let’s get airborne while we wait. I want to double-check how your mobility is after the battle with that brown.” He murmured, making sure that the notes he had for the meeting part of training were securely rolled and tucked away in a pocket. As Dysiiliouth lumbered into the air, he welcomed V’ton into their bond enough that they shared the sensations of straining muscles for a brief moment, checking over the strain Dysiiliouth had received to one pinion, and the sturdy feel of the newly-grown hide where he’d taken a slash.
Satisfied, the two flew for several minutes before the wing started to arrive, and dropped into a neat landing as the first group of greens and blues settled. Dismounting, V’ton moved among those present, greeting each pair and checking in with both on their healing and mental state, as he always did. A notepad and pen allowed him to write down anything that came up, including requests for items or time to rest, or potential flights, if there was an issue in a weyr-pair, etc. As he did so, he was aware of Dysiiliouth greeting each dragon, and checking in with them the same way, sharing any tidbits that were needed, such as strains or injuries riders thought healed that weren’t, or were just too foolhardy to admit. Unfortunately, it did happen.
Walking back towards the larger brown of his Wing Seconds, V'ton aimed a grin at U'ar, waving once at him in greeting. As he waited for the brown rider to come down and talk, V'ton glanced back through the ranks of his wing. With the advent of the Surviving Weyrlings reaching maturity, he'd gained three new members, though he didn't see any of them yet. Nor their dragons. S'ren, F'ren-and Faranth, that combination, of names and personalities- and L'mar were still absent. Hoping they'd show soon, he turned back to Odyth, wanting to discuss with the older man some ideas for new routines-and meeting at some point to hash out new drills between the two of them.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Present:
-U'ar of brown Odyth-WINGSECOND.
-F'ren of bronze Eneth
-S'ren of blue Feynth
-L'mar of green Dalisth
