C'daer hurries out into the cold air, breath a poof of steam. "Who-all's coming this time?" he yells, informal, then catches himself and re-does that, "Er, group one for the Between lesson and any older weyrlings not busy."
Ilesyn's lips twist into a smile at C'daer's informality, though it's only a rueful, bitter smile -- and fades shortly into a blank expression of disinterest. She lifts one hand, as Nallath warbles smoothly, tail twitching about his hindlimbs in merry excitement.
"Check your straps and mount up," is Daer's simple instruction, as he does the same. "Remember that you need to concentrate and not let your mind wander - we've seen what happens," that grimly.
"Yes, yes," mutters Ilesyn, beneath her breath, as she does a cursory examination of her straps, and then moves to mount up. "Only the weak minded let their minds wander." Her gaze, about the rest of the weyrlings, is considering, almost mocking.
You cling to Nallath's straps as you scramble up his forelimb, and settle yourself between two of his front neckridges. In the back of your mind, he huffs gently, a whisper-soft touch reminding you once again of how much he loves you.
<*> C'daer steps up to Kourieth's forearm, grasps straps, and swings his way up the bronze's hide.
<*> Osasune steps out with Caledoth, mounting up and checking her straps and buckles.
<*> Osasune climbs up onto Caledoth's back.
Nallath, and Caledoth sense Kourieth rumbles a clear, pristine image of a mountain lake: << We go here. Show it back to me. >>
You sense that Caledoth, and Kourieth sense Nallath's concentration is obvious; he draws back his wine-laced touch so as not to cloud the image, which is returned with clarity.
<*> From Kourieth, C'daer, meanwhile, has strapped in atop his arch-neck, prancing bronze, and gives the signal to lift off in simple V formation - Kourie launches too fast, and spreads his wings wide to glide and wait for the weyrlings to catch up.
<*> Kourieth wings upwards to the the lower bowl sky.
<*> From the lower bowl sky, Kourieth wings in from the weyrling field.
You wing upwards to the the lower bowl sky.
Kourieth, and Nallath sense Caledoth pauses, then sends down the image, fairly clearly.
<*> Caledoth wings in from the weyrling field.
<*> Nallath wings upwards, muscles taut and tensing as he reaches into the sky -- catching the breezes with outstretched grasp.
<*> Caledoth spirals up, in a downright jolly mood today, it seems. Osasune seems relatively neutral.
<*> Kourieth soars upward, Daer tenser than usual atop him; it's not affecting the dragon, who's energized with the bite of the cold wind.
<*> Kourieth wings upwards to the sky high above the Weyr.
<*> Caledoth wings upwards to the sky high above the Weyr.
You wing upwards to the sky high above the Weyr.
Ilesyn's expression is dark and moody; Nallath's far less so, swooping upwards with delight at getting closer to the rocky spires that he admires so much.
<*> Mounted on Caledoth, Osasune glances over at Ilesyn; she watches, faint frown coming to her features. Caledoth continues to wing upward cheerfully.
<*> From Kourieth, C'daer, as the formation levels off, takes a deep breath - and then lifts his hand to signal for between.
<*> Kourieth disappears into *between*.
<*> Nallath disappears into *between*.
Between
You hang in the utter senselessness of the void for what seems forever, but is only 3 heartbeats:
Black!
Blacker!
Blackest!
You emerge from *Between* into the relatively warm air.
<*> Nallath emerges from *between*.
<*> Caledoth emerges from *between*.
<*> Kourieth glides gently downward toward a landing beside the lake, Daer's shoulders relaxing slightly as there are no casualties this time. "Good job," he yells, sounding exuberantly proud.
Ilesyn appears unconcerned, though Nallath bugles loudly upon their arrival from Between; her expression remains mostly impassive, but with a side of dark. She merely nods, as Nallath lands.
<*> Caledoth bugles, gliding down toward the lake - right toward it. Osasune's eyes widen, and she manages to convince Caledoth to land on the shore instead of splashing in the lake, though his talons do rake across the lake's surface.
<*> From Kourieth, C'daer unstraps, dismounts, and fixates on Ilesyn. With a signalling jerk of his head to the nearby Osasune, he quietly bends to scoop up snow, mold it into a ball, and then lets it loose in the brownrider's direction.
<*> Caledoth settles down on the snow with several loud crunches. Osa tilts her chin up, calling out, "Is that an order, Weyrlingmaster?" Her breath puffs up in the cold air.
<*> C'daer gently swings down from Kourieth's neck, leaving the warmth of his hide behind.
Ilesyn's head is turned -- she's staring off into the distance, as cheerful as-- well, nothing. C'daer's snowball hits her square upon the head, and she jumps, snow scattering everywhere. "Don't /do/ that," she declares, in a loud voice. "You're just not stable, and need to try and take it out on me."
You cling to Nallath's riding straps as you scramble down his forelimb, landing safely upon the ground. A soft huff in the back of your mind reminds you, once again, of Nallath's absolute love for you.
Caledoth settles down on the snow with several loud crunches. Osa tilts her chin up, calling out, "Is that an order, Weyrlingmaster?" Her breath puffs up in the cold air.
C'daer parks his hand on his hips and eyeballs Ilesyn. "You have been grumpier than a celibate J'van for the past month, and I mean to find out why," he states, and grins at Osasune. "Nope. Not yet at any rate."
Mounted on Caledoth, Osasune unbuckles herself and swings down.
Osasune dismounts Caledoth.
"Well, I'm just /as/ celibate as J'van, aren't I? Surely that /helps/," remarks Ilesyn, brusquely. "Or there's the whole 'I'm a little weyrling' bit, not to mention having to sleep in the barracks, and not having the time to practice my craft." Her eyes roll. "Surely none of that is /new/, though."
Osasune carefully trots about in the snow, making a happy face with her bootmarks.
C'daer crosses his arms now, watching Osasune as he questions suspiciously, "Is that all? Are you sure? Does that mean you'll be a lot more cheerful after the flight lecture tonight?" He adds in a mumble, "I sure as shards -hope- so."
Osasune eyes her finished face, then hops about to give it angry eyebrows. A little giggle escapes her.
Ilesyn goes so far as to smirk -- at least it's a change in expression. "What, are you offering to be the first?" she queries, dryly. "Doesn't solve the rest, though I'll try and not complain, for your sake." Though her head is turned, Osasune glanced at, and then turned again so that she looks away completely. Well; she'll still be on her way to being a /rider/, then. Woe.
Wrinkling up his nose, Daer answers, "Dear Faranth, no! For one thing, I'm your Weyrlingmaster, for another - he doesn't look too happy, Osa," he says, abruptly changing topic as Kourieth stomps out his own abstract art.
"No, he's smiling, see? He's smirking," Osasune says. She glances over at Ilesyn, cocking her head to the left. "You know how to between now. You can go anywhere. You can even leave, if you don't like doing this. I don't know - Weyrlingmaster, would we have to hunt her down and find her?"
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"For another, he doesn't look happy? Yes, yes." Again, Ilesyn smirks, apparently taking enjoyment from Daer's nose-wrinkle, and response. "Smirking. How very-- interesting of him." Hands are crossed at her waist, and she smiles ruefully. "Ah, but I don't want to be anywhere else. That is, however, unimportant, I suppose."
C'daer sighs gustily and waves his arms in a resigned mount-up gesture. "We would indeed, Osasune - now let's get back and see if Jalis is weari- is ready to teach the mating flights lecture," he amends, and hides his blush by turning to mount up.
Ilesyn's all with the smirks today; she does it again, as she turns to mount up, her head shaking. "Mm-hmm."
You cling to Nallath's straps as you scramble up his forelimb, and settle yourself between two of his front neckridges. In the back of your mind, he huffs gently, a whisper-soft touch reminding you once again of how much he loves you.
<*> C'daer steps up to Kourieth's forearm, grasps straps, and swings his way up the bronze's hide.
<*> Osasune glances over at C'daer and blinks. "Oh," she says, then climbs up onto Caledoth again.
<*> Osasune climbs up onto Caledoth's back.
<*> Caledoth wings upwards to the sky over the Fort weyr Sweep area.
<*> From Kourieth, C'daer makes a hurried lift-off gesture, and the ragged formation does just that.
<*> Kourieth wings upwards to the sky over the Fort weyr Sweep area.
You wing upwards to the sky over the Fort weyr Sweep area.
[Scene changes to the weyrling barracks]
Jalis walks into the barracks, glancing around as she walks through. She smiles at the Weyrling faces, both eager and not so eager as she heads toward the section of the barracks suitable for lecture gatherings. Arriving there, she turns to face the barracks caverns and calls out, voice loud, "Greetings weyrlings, everyone gather round!" She lifts her hands, gesturing with her arms for everyone to move toward her.
Caledoth lumbers in from the Weyrling field.
Osasune moves to follow the other weyrlings around Jalis, face pale, with two bright spots of colour on her cheeks.
Sarine looks up at the Weyrwoman's voice and heads over to gather with the rest of the Weyrlings, not in the front of the group but not far back either.
E'tren decides he's close enough to be considered 'gathered round' from where he sits with Vith, settled 'tween the large bronze's forearms with his back to the dragon's sturdy chest. He looks like an attentive audience... the dragon that is.
Avila ambles in from the Weyrling field.
Ilesyn pulls off her riding gear, though she does not hurry, stepping towards Jalis with a blank, mostly impassive, expression upon her face. Nallath returns to his couch, as she folds her hands into her pockets, head tilting to the side -- boredly? Well, there's minor interest there.
T'nar and Baedanth move over from thier shared domicile, and the man leans against his brown's chest after the dragon settles himself. Both watch Jalis quietly, soberly.
C'daer sidles in, helmet tucked under his arm. "Eveningweyrwoman," he mumbles, and skitters to a seat in the very back.
Jalis waits for everyone to settle in, taking a moment to smooth her skirt down before speaking. "Greetings everyone. How are you all?" She looks around, expectantly. "Anyone here wish they didn't have to go through with hearing all this blather about sex?" She grins knowingly.
Avila slides into the barracks, trying hard to be unnoticed. But... it's hard not to. And that's because poor Avila's nose is bright red, her eyes are runny, and *aaachoooo!* she's sneezing up a storm. "Ah... yes, the mating flight lecture. Well I remember this from my weyrlinghood." She waves her hand in front of her face, trying to stave off another sneeze. "Yeah. I remember thinking it was going to be rather redundant."
To the contrary, E'tren has an expression that's something akin to 'bring it on'. Admittedly he's curious, but even more so is Vith, who watches with that slowly whirling, but intense gaze of his. The man says nothing, and neither does his lifemate, both of them listening, but one more so than the other.
Osasune's forehead wrinkles, but she says nothing. She shifts her weight from foot to foot.
"Only in that I'd rather it be over, so that we could get to it," remarks Ilesyn, without hesitation, hands slung deeper into her pockets.
T'nar simply half-grins at the Weyrwoman, his own expression seeming to state he's heard it all by now, but what-the-heck?! He peers around at the other faces in the room, however. How are all of /you/ taking this?
Sarine doesn't show much of any expression on her face, except curiosity. But it doesn't seem to be on what the lecture is about, but rather what the reaction of the other weyrlings are.
E'tren twitches. He doesn't want to think about Ilesyn 'getting to it'.
Jalis chuckles at Ilesyn's comment, finding something in it highly amusing apparently. "So you just want to get 'right' to the sex, do you?" She comments, chuckling. "Well, then I'll get right to it." She winks. "So, today we're getting together to talk about what happens when our dragons are going to mate. Does anyone have any comments on the matter? Anyone here want to speak up and tell us what you think happens?" She looks around the gathering of faces expectantly.
C'daer murmurs, low under his breath, "Me," and peers around at the gathered weyrlings, noting those who have blushes to match his own.
K'rain stands quietly and unobtrusively against the wall, just watching.
Osasune hunches slightly, not looking at anyone else and chewing on her bottom lip.
Ilesyn gives a lazy shrug. "C'daer seems to think it'll improve my mood, so I'm not complaining." Mirth is barely visible, but there; not quite hidden beneath the darkness of her currently-usual expression. "Green bloods, males blood, green rises, males chase, male catches, much sex," she announces, calmly. "But apparently, enough to make plenty of riders so horrified and nervous that they co-- /came/ to me for counselling."
Sarine isn't offering an answer, but for some reason she's not one of the blushers either. Go figure.
T'nar appears to be of Sarine's mind, and acts accordingly - or doesn't act. Par-for-the-course.
"Gee, I couldn't have put it much better," E'tren comments in a droll tone as he tilts his head toward Ilesyn. He should just be glad she rides brown, so there's next to no chance of them ending up together. Thank Faranth.
Jalis nods at Illesyn and then glances around one more time with a disappointed expression. "No one has any hypothises?" She sighs a little, "Well then I suppose it's just as well, that means you won't have any stupid misconceptions about the entire matter, right?"
Osasune flushes further, tentatively glancing about. Her nose wrinkles.
Avila sneezes again. Once... twice! "Proddy. Ask about being proddy. It kind of sneaks up on you, catches you unaware, and by the time you've figured out why in shinin' shells you're acting so weird, you're dragon is flirting with every male in the weyr. It's a little.. disconcerting, to say the least."
K'rain smirks a little and nods silently at Avila's comment.
Jalis looks around for a chair. "So lets see, where to begin. I suppose I should start with the instigators, female dragons." She grins at those people in the gathering who ride green. "There are no goldriders in this clutch of course, but I will explain what happens with them as well. Basically, there comes a point in time when a female dragon, green or gold concieves the desire to mate. Her body knows when that will be because it prepares. A green or gold dragon will show signs days or just sometimes only hours before they will go up. We call this reaction, being 'proddy'. "
Osasune straightens a little, looking mildly relieved.
E'tren somehow thinks he won't have to worry about being proddy, and even though he's not sure how Vith will react to a female being proddy, he doesn't look too worried. It hasn't occurred to him, apparently, that there's a chance Vith might catch a male greenrider's lifemate...
Relaxed, Ilesyn merely nods -- although E'tren's droll comment draws a roll of the eyes, and her attention remains more or less upon Jalis, head tilting to the side.
Jalis continues. "When a dragon is proddy, her mood and manerisms may become affected. And, as you already know, when your dragon's mood is affected, yours is too, isn't it?" She looks around for some responses. "So why don't I tell you what kind of things to expect, both from yourself if you ride a female dragon, and from those who do, if you don't."
T'nar seems rather amused at E'tren, and he grins rather impishly at the bronzer. Baedanth whuffles softly, and the man's attention turns back to Jalis.
Jalis pauses for a moment before saying, "When a dragon is proddy any number of reactions could result. The dragon could become a coy, or flirtacious dragon. She could become grumpy and not want any males near her, or exactly the opposite, craving attention and affection from the males. Her mood affects the rider's mood. A rider may crave sex more and be more agressive in going after it. The rider could become grumpy and iritable and wish to be left alone.. kind of like when you're a woman and about ready to hit your cycle." She confides. "In any case you're a lot more sensitive during this period of time, and prone to changing your mood, lots of mood swings." She says, "Men and women alike who ride green."
C'daer mumbles to G'thon next to him, with an awe-struck expression, "When Jalis was proddy, she hung all over me," and a long sigh.
T'nar nods, and Baedanth cocks his head at the Weyrwoman - his arid form speaking volumes about intent listening.
Jalis notes, "I've seen some green or goldriders act extremely erratic, but I think they just like to do that and use the proddiness as an excuse, like, walking around naked or some such silliness."
"Proddy greenriders are almost as good as flight-lost blueriders," remarks Ilesyn, not quite beneath her breath. "Sometimes, anyway." She tilts her head forward, listening, amusement setting in to her expression.
Vith's voice rises in a muted rumble that E'tren can feel against his back through the bronze's chest. A quick glance upwards, and a faint nod is passed between the two, along with a look. Whatever is said, isn't obvious, as E'tren resumes listening to the lecture. "I can only dream," he mutters. Naked women, free for the oggling? Woowoo.
"No dragon ever made anyone walk around naked," K'rain interjects firmly, nodding in agreement with Jalis. "It can be... stressful. But it's not /that/ stressful."
Osasune glances over at Ilesyn. "What's that about flight-lost blueriders?"
"Yeah - in my dreams," T'nar mutters softly to Baedanth. The brown rumbles quietly, as if laughing.
Jalis eyes both Ilesyn and Osasune, "We'll get to that later girls." She tells them both.
Ilesyn's expression turns doleful. "Why? I think it's-- flight-list blueriders make good fur-partners," she explains, partially under her breath, towards Osasune. "Except when they wake up and see your face." She turns back to face Jalis, a mask of absolute concentration plastered onto her face.
Osasune exhales, then blushes further as she's addressed.
E'tren does not /quite/ hold back a little snicker.
Sarine blinks at Ilesyn's comment but brings her attention immediately back to Jalis and the lecture. Was that a quiet chuckle?
T'nar regards Ilesyn with a quirked brow. "Fligh-lost brownriders aren't bad, either."
Jalis continues, "In any case, soon enough the green or the gold will want to rise. Before she does she may not eat for a while and she'll likely be ravenous. Green and gold dragons head for the nearest source of food when they're ready to fly, because they need a quick source of energy -- animal blood -- to sustain them. It is best if the rider of a female dragon does not let their lifemate gorge at this time because the meat in the dragon's belly will weigh her down and she will be slow and stupid and may not raise as high into the sky as she ought."
"No, no, brownriders are useless." Ilesyn isn't glance at Nallath, though she's perfectly calm in explaining this.
"Oh /really/?" T'nar murmurs to Ilesyn, a half-grin on his lips. "Excuse me, Weyrwoman?" he asks, his hand raised.
Jalis crosses her arms over her breasts and says, "Ilesyn, would you like to come up here and teach this?" She gives the girl a quick smile, "If not, I shall continue? " And she does, without waiting for an answer. "You and your female dragon, if you have one will mesh fairly deeply while she flies, but you must retain some kind of control, for it is very important that your dragon never between while in flight for she is not as sensible then and she may not have a clear image in her mind for where she needs to go and could be lost forever." Then she pauses, "Yes T'nar?"
"Why would meat make the femal stupid? Slow, certainly... But stupid?" T'nar inquires, interested. He's perfectly serious.
Jalis grins. "Consider how you feel after a particularly big lunch or dinner? Do you not feel slow, tired, somewhat difficult to concentrate?" She tilts her head at T'nar, "It takes your body a lot of energy to digest food."
T'nar nods quickly. "No I hadn't thought of that for dragons. But it follows. Thank you."
Ilesyn's far less a girl than a woman - close to twenty-five turns - but responds to Jalis with a calm, somewhat staged wave of her hands. "Certainly not, Weyrwoman," her comment quiet enough so that it does not block out any of what Jalis says.
Someone starts tittering nervously in the back and receives an elbow to the side, the noises becoming muted.
Jalis grins, "Lets pause there in describing the experience for the female dragons and lets detail what happens for male dragons." She gives both Osasune and Ilesyn a pointed look of amusement. "For it is in some ways similar, and in other ways completely different."
-This- time at least, Daer's not the one tittering. Instead he calls out, curious, "Did I miss the part where you ask who's a virgin, Weyrwoman?"
Osasune hiccups abruptly, blinking several times as C'daer calls out.
Jalis laughs softly and says "No C'daer, I'll get to that, I promise." She grins mischieviously, looking over some of the Weyrlings then and surely making some of them twitch in dread.
Ilesyn's exbression is bland, and her gaze level as she looks back at Jalis.
E'tren coughs softly, but glances around to see whom might be blushing. He's curious to see who is... if he is, he surely gives no indication.
T'nar is sober and quiet, a serious cast to his features as he continues to listen.
Sarine turns and blinks at C'daer. She doesn't seem all that happy.
Ilesyn adds, cheerfully, "I'll-- uh, fix that little problem."
Jalis continues "So, male dragons. Male dragons don't get proddy, as I'm sure some of you will be pleased to know. However, they do react to a female dragon that is proddy, becoming somewhat focused on her and eager to please, but male dragons don't become interested in every female dragon either. No one knows how or why they decide whom they are interested and not interested in, so there you go." She shrugs and smiles, "Males seem to know just before a female rises, that she's going to be doing so and will often head to the feeding grounds to blood just before she does. A male dragon's rider becomes just as absorbed in the process though as a female dragon's rider does." She assures them. "You feel everything they feel, experience their emotions and needs and wants, but at the same time you are yourself, seperate from them." Then she looks around, "Which leads to what happens when the green or gold dragon is caught." Now she asks, "Anyone of you here a virgin?" She looks around expectantly, "Don't be shy! I'm sure most of you still are, and there's nothing to be ashamed of."
Osasune makes a small gurgling noise, and her hand twitches slightly upward. HEY LOOK, VIRGIN!
T'nar does a cursory glancing around-thing, and then returns his attention back to Jalis. Let people keep anonymity, if they want.
Sarine looks like she wishes she hadn't left Kiaseth at the back of the group while she sat in the middle. She is keeping very quiet, and as somehow shrank in her seat.
C'daer's hands stay firmly in his lap, and he peers around with interest himself. Osasune - no surprise. He stares blatantly, however, at one of the other young blueriders with his hand up, lifting a sardonic eyebrow. "And Kourieth is purple," he mutters to G'thon, "if -he- is."
Ilesyn's hands are drawn from her pockets, her arms crossed in front of her. No questions - ever - could be asked of /her/ status.
E'tren certainly isn't going to help Osa with that anytime soon, but he does stare at her disconcertingly for a long moment. Then he's glancing back toward Jalis with his lips twisted into a little smirk. "They become randy little buggers," he comments, having seen it often enough with others' dragons in the past.
Jalis nods and those who raise their hands -- and even those too embarassed to do so. "Well, if you are a virgin, sometime before your dragon rises to mate, you should do something about that. You never know who will be riding the other dragon when your dragon mates. When dragon's mate, the reaction is soo powerful and so consuming that you will want to enact the response with the rider who rides the other dragon. It may be someone you don't know, or only know in passing or could be someone you dislike, or someone of the same gender as you." She puts in, "If you are a woman, the passion of the flight's aftermath could be painful and unpleasant, if a man rides that other dragon, so it is best to experience that with someone who you care about and vice versa, even if you never plan on being with a man, and perfer women." She stresses. Then she looks at men, "And well, there's not much you can do about a same sex pairing unless you're already into that." She shrugs, "But you may perfer to have your first time be with someone you care about and respect." She points out.
T'nar eyes seem to narrow for a second in thought, and the man nods at Jalis' sage words.
C'daer blushes, bright red, at something Jalis says; anyone's guess on what it is. He stares at his feet, acting more like a weyrling than the weyrlingmaster he's supposed to be.
Osasune's eyes widen, and her mouth opens a little. "I h-have to..."
Ilesyn's head, turning, allows her to catch C'daer's blush -- and her lips are drawn together, hard and less than amused. She turns away, quickly, adding, "Because it would be /awful/ to make the other member of your sex feel bad at the end of the flight. Oh, don't worry, Osa. I'm sure we'll find someone nice for you."
Jalis shrugs, "There are some people who choose who they'll share that moment with and shut everyone else out. I've never done that though. I perfer to let my dragon take me where she will." She chuckles. "Though it's never led me to a same sex pairing, though it is likely it may happen to some of you at some point in your life." She acknowledges. "In any case, just having your first time, whether it is with someone of your sex or not, with someone you care about, can make that first flight easier to bear."
T'nar again raises his hand.
Osasune gulps, peering at Ilesyn with a look of mild horror.
Jalis considers, "So C'daer, do you think I've covered everything so far?" She grins widely at him. Then she sees T'nar's hand. "Yes T'nar?"
Eyes widening, and with a guilty look aside at Ilesyn, Daer squeaks, "You're doing a fine job, Goldrider Weyrwoman Jalis, ma'am."
Jalis looks between Ilesyn and C'daer for a moment, eyebrows raised, as she awaits T'nar's question.
"Weyrwoman, is it possible for a rider to pre-choose a different partner before a Flight occurs? So that person can step in and be with them whether their dragon catches or is caught? And the other person of the mating pair can be with who they want?"
Jalis nods at T'nar, "There's certainly no shortage of people within a flight to accomodate those who either ride the dragon that lost the flight, or ride the dragon that won the flight but isn't welcome in the greenrider's room. And certainly if the rider whose dragon won the flight doesn't wish to be with the greenrider finds someone else after, then I'm sure one of those who lost the flight would be more than happy to accomodate the greenrider. However, it can get confusing and complexing, and there may be a chance that one or the other of the temporarily joined pair of riders looses out if they're forgotten or not accomodated, and it can in fact, so I 've heard anyhow, be quite depressing and painful."
C'daer interjects, nose scrunched, "And imagine if everybody brought a partner along with them into the guest weyr - you'd be awfully crowded, and -boy- would it be embarrassing in the morning."
T'nar smiles a bit, and nods to Jalis, and then peers for a few seconds at C'daer. "Thank you. That's good."
Jalis chuckles at C'daer's imagry, "Oh my. That would not work. Everyone would have to leave my weyr!" She grins at C'daer. "I tend to want all my bronze and brownriders to myself when Ceristh rises at any rate. I might likely kick out any extraneous people."
E'tren's nose twitches oddly as he quirks a brow up at Jalis. She just said bronze... and this is the first time he's ever considered... -that- ...possibility. It strikes quite a note with him as his eyes find the floor. Vith tilts his head down, peering at his rider. How odd.
C'daer melts a little, and returns a silly little grin towards Jalis before clearing his throat abruptly and staring at the floor.
Jalis grins and looks around the room. "Well I suppose you're all dismissed for now unless you have any more questions?"
T'nar studies the faces around him, especially noting the looks on brown and bronzerider faces. EEEnteresting...
"Are we allowed to have sex again, now?" pipes up Ilesyn, looking hopeful.
T'nar raises a hand yet again.
Osasune hunches further, looking toward the exit.
Daer eyes Ilesyn, and then rolls his eyes. He stands, and makes his way up to the front towards Jalis, waiting for her to finish.
Jalis nods, "Yes T'nar, your question?" She inquires. "And Ilesyn, I don't know, that's up to your Weyrlingmaster." She grins at the brownrider who seems so very eager.
"What if our dragon decides to rise or chase very soon? Are they allowed - not that anyone can stop a female from rising, of course," T'nar murmurs. "And what about drinking, since so many folk are not in their right minds around Flight time?"
Ilesyn gives a light shrug, as though she doesn't /really/ care -- though her eyes fall towards C'daer, brows lifting.
Jalis replies, "You shouldn't drink wyhen your dragon is rising, and there's no way to stop a green or gold from rising." She points out to T'nar, "So if one went up, then she goes up."
T'nar murmurs to Jalis, "I saw enough riders drinking before and after Flight - not during, of course."
Jalis nods "Some do before, though its not wise, but after is certainly permissible."
T'nar nods, taking that as an okay, it seems. "Yes, ma'am. Thank you again."
The Weyrlingmaster waits, hands folded behind his back, stealing covert glances at the Weyrwoman out of the corner of his eye.
Jalis nods, "Then you're all dismissed for real now." She assures the Weyrlings.
T'nar stands, and he and Baedanth seem to converse silently for a minute before they exit.
C'daer clears his throat. "Except it's my turn now," he says, and smiles at them all. "Listen up. The restriction on you having sex -is- lifted, but if it keeps anyone from their lessons and drills, the smack will come down so quick you'll be reeling."
K'rain listens to C'ader's words, nodding. Then he clears his own throat. "If anyone has questions... that they'd like to talk about in private," he tells the weyrlings as they start to disperse, "I'm available. As is the Weyrlingmaster. Of course. All of us."
Ilesyn's face lifts faster than a green in flight; her shoulders are pulled back, her head tilted up - a nod following her movements. "Thank you, Weyrlingmaster."
C'daer has partially disconnected.
E'tren does not appear to be in any hurry to take advantage of the lifting of that restriction. Surprised?
T'nar starts at his lapse, and halts in his tracks, nodding to C'daer and K'rain.
Avila raises her hand a little. "And if you have any questions.. any questions about this subject at all, feel free to ask. After all, we're all trained experts." She smiles helpfully.
Osasune runs a hand through her hair, looking worried.
"Also, weyrs have been selected for you. Locations are now posted on that wall there," C'daer points to where G'thon is tacking up a hide. "Again, if you don't stay on the straight and narrow, you
"Also, weyrs have been selected for you. Locations are now posted on that wall there," C'daer points to where G'thon is tacking up a hide. "Again, if you don't stay on the straight and narrow, you'll be back in the barracks until you graduate."
Osasune perks just a touch. "Weyrs? We have our own weyrs now?"
Twitch! E'tren is suddenly paying much more attention. Vith rumbles quite loudly, loud enough to make E'tren wince even as he scrambles to his feet. "Shush! I'll look, I know you're feeling cramped."
T'nar looks suddenly jubilant, and then controls himself again, at the mention of private weyrs. "I've a question, sir."
Ilesyn's just as pleased, apparently, with this particular turn of events; she even goes so far as to smile.
"Questions?" Daer asks generally, and then points at T'nar. "Yes?"
T'nar regards C'daer. "Are we allowed to choose a different weyr after Graduation if our current one is... not compatible with a pair?"
Sarine shakes her head at the request for questions, though she does look over at the list. Too far away to see what's written of course, but obviously she's curious.
C'daer arches an eyebrow. "Planning ahead, brownrider?" he enquires. "Yes, if you weyrmate and neither of your weyrs is large enough for two dragons, you can talk to whoever takes care of that and see about moving into a larger one."
E'tren eyes T'nar, wondering for a moment just who the brownrider is hooking up with, but then he's back to reading the list, panning down for his name.
T'nar nods, and adds, "Mm... I meant even if we don't have a human mate, sir. Say, if Baedanth didn't like the location..."
Osasune heads for the list, then gives up and calls out, "G'fey, can you tell me where mine is?" The brownriding weyrling by the list nods.
Daer arches his other eyebrow. "There isn't that much difference between weyrs," he says. "Ledge. Curtain, baffle, or door. Inside weyr. Those of you without questions are dismissed," he says, but waves to E'tren, "Though if you have a moment?"
G'fey calls back to Osa; she nods, and heads for her cot and couch to tidy up and get her things together for the move. Fickle alights on her shoulder, nuzzling her face.
E'tren pokes a the list with a finger, frowning, but he sees C'daer waving at him out the corner of his eye. "Mm?" He turns, meandering the few steps it takes to get to the Weyrlingmaster and gives him a curious expression.
Ilesyn finds her name on the list, gives an ambivalent shrug, and heads for the door -- there's time to get her things later; for the moment, she'll just have to check it out. "You. Come." Nallath, evidently the one addressed by this statement, follows.
T'nar sighs softly, and then seems to almost growl at Baedanth when the brown rumbles. "Weyrlingmaster," he murmurs quietly, "Baedanth has a pretty big like for being near the water and outdoors - so much so that he doesn't really like being housed very deep inside stone." A rumble from Baedanth, and T'nar shrugs. "He /dislikes/ it."
"Weyrling," C'daer returns, "that's nice, but there are only so many weyrs available in this Weyr. Ledges tend to be open to the air, and he'll generally only be there nights. I think that you might be able to survive well enough." He smiles, edgily.
T'nar nods edgily, too - and Baedanth stares at the WLM for a long second, his eyes whirling with flecks of orange, before he turns his head away.
E'tren is pretty sure C'daer isn't speaking to him just now, so he stands there, rocking back and forth on his feet and waiting for C'daer to notice him.
C'daer clears his throat and turns towards E'tren. "Anyhow. Sorry to keep you waiting. I think the ledge we picked out for you is big enough for Vith, at his size now at any rate. If he grows too much more, any bigger than a small to mid-sized gold," as he eyes the bronze, "you'll have to see about getting a bigger weyr, I think."
Well, that answers E'tren question, as he stops his rocking and nods smartly to C'daer. "I'd been wondering about that.. he's already bigger than your Kourieth," he points out with out a hint of smugness. It's merely the truth.
Jalis grins around the room and then finally makes her way out of the barracks. "Thank you for having me here." She says before leaving, and then sashay's from the cavern to the bowl.
Jalis walks off eastwards to the weyrling field.
C'daer nods to E'tren, noting mildly, "Kourieth is smaller than most bronzes, and more agile." He watches the weyrlings scattering, murmuring, "You'd think they absolutely hated living here."
"Some of them do," E'tren replies to C'daer before saluting smartly and turning on heel to wander back to Vith. The bronze is just as eager as his mates to go find his new home. "Better not get any bigger, or we might be out of a home," he mock-threatens his lifemate.
You amble eastwards to the weyrling field.
Posted by Louise at January 29, 2003 05:05 PM