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14-07-01: Nasty
Caeruleth emerges from the weyrling barracks. Rojoth walks towards you from the center of the bowl. D'las unbuckles his riding...

Caeruleth emerges from the weyrling barracks.

Rojoth walks towards you from the center of the bowl.

D'las unbuckles his riding straps and then slides gently down from his lifemate Rojoth's neck and onto his forarm, then with an amazing feat of agility does a front flip off the forearm, landing next to his lifemate with a soft thud and a bending of his knees.

Klari emerges from the weyrling barracks.

Daemith emerges from the weyrling barracks.

Hanneke rubs tired eyes -- chipper stride moderated by over movement; she can't really do more than one thing at once -- as she strides across the training grounds, Caeruleth's far slower movement allowing a slinking, lurking persona from the darkened green.

Rojoth pauses a moment and then leaps quickly into the air.

Kr'lin waits for the weyrlings to form up, most mounted, but a few scattered that haven't quite gotten to that point yet, "Okay.. first things first..." See, he starts off all his classes this way, "Who hasn't had their riding straps inspected by a weyrlingmaster?" He looks directly at Klari, knowing that she is one of them.

Klari's walking, more of a sleepy slump out of the barracks though, Daemith's head lowered behind his 'mate to catch her, in case she goes back to sleeping again of course. A salute goes out in the general direction of... people. "Straps? Oh!" Suddenly Klari actually looks alive and points up to Daem's straps, worn nothing less than proud of course.

Caeruleth's straps have, notably, been embroidered rather painstakingly with green flowers. Exactly the use of this, especially since the green already appears to be almost too big for them, is unclear. Nonetheless, Hanneke beams at the pair with some pride, announcing, "Ours have been checked already!"

D'las dismounts from Rojoth ready for the day having taken his blue out to the feeding grounds for a meal."Good morning." He says as he lands and salutes the AWLM.

Kr'lin hmms and notes the straps conveniently located on the blue dragon, "Ahh, okay.. How about taking them off of him? Can't do a good job of inspecting them if they are on the dragon." Hanneke gets a nod and a, "Probably shouldn't have done any embroidering Hanneke. You're going to have to replace those straps shortly. Caeruleth has almost outgrown those straps." See, he's observant. D'las's salute is returned in the guise of another nod.

Hanneke wrinkles her nose. "Stop growing," she commands, by way of her lifemate, "And then we'll have really pretty straps!" That's probably encouragement to keep growing. "It's not fair, Kr'linny!" There's a salute that follows: somewhat less than straight, crisp, and official, but there nonetheless.

Klari blinks a few times at Kr'lin. Take them off? Is that what he said? "Oh, yeah... Sorry." Klari sighs and reaches over to a buckle with a yawn. After the buckles undone, she throws one side from over Daemith's neck and lets it fall to the ground. "There." The blue casts a glance down to the straps before raising his head high in the air. "Well, they fit, dear."

D'las hasn't had to replace Rojoth's straps mainly because Rojoth seems to have reached a temporary lag in his growth so to speak. Seeing Klari and her blue D'las waves happily,"Hello Klari how are things?" He asks looking at her dragon and the straps on it.

Kr'lin points a finger at Hanneke and entones, "What have I told you about calling me Kr'linny, Hanneke? Hmm? It's Kr'lin." No punishment, yet, but you never know, he might be saving it for later. He walks over to the pile of leather that is Daemith's and Klari's set of riding straps, "Okay... Lets see here..." He gives them a good look over, tugging here and tugging there, giving the sewing lines a good inspection, "So, who did you have help you with making these, Klari?"

Klari smiles to D'las, she shrugs as well but would you really call it that? Her shoulders hardly moved at all. "Better, I'm catching up nicely... I believe. You could never even tell now that I had a broken hand." She holds up her right hand to D'las, turning it over for him to see. Klari's eyes go over to focus on Kr'lin and the straps. "What do you mean who helped me? Is there something wrong?" She's been known to forget things but wouldn't Daemith have told her? Not if it wasn't in his best interest at the time. Though Klari *did* have a broken hand and yet... Here is a set of straps.. That fit. But no one ever said she had the second set made.

"Sorry, Kr'linny!" Hanneke is destined to earn punishment from Kr'lin every class, and seems entirely unable to learn from her mistakes. She smoothes at Caeruleth's straps, as if making sure that the embroidery is just perfect--which it is, so far.

Kr'lin winces as Hanneke uses the 'Kr'linny' again, but since he's working with Klari's straps, he can't really do anything about it, "Oh.. There isn't anything 'wrong' with your straps." He puts enough emphasis on 'wrong' that you know it isn't quite where they should be, "Well, it's not bad for a first attempt.. But I wouldn't want to go up in the air with these things." A couple more tugs here and there, "It's nothing to be too worried about right now, you'll just have to make a couple of minor changes on your second set." He hasn't gone into the problems yet, still inspecting, you see.

Hanneke turns her head away from Caeruleth to point, rather dramatically, towards Klari's straps. "See! Ours're much better, Caer. Much, much better!"

Klari throws a glare over to Hanneke before her attention snaps back to Kr'lin. "Well... You've got me worried. What changes? It would be a big help if I knew." What's all the tucking for? You see, Klari's been cooped up in the barracks so she's never seen the straps checked before. She just knows how Daemith wants things done. "Why wouldn't I want to go up in the air with these things?" A nervous hand runs through her hair, searching for comfort, Daemith lowering his blue head to give the straps a look over and Kr'lin one as well.

D'las is standing kind of behind Kr'lin and looking over his shoulders at the straps curious himself, Rojoth rumbles a greeting to the dragons present and goes over to stand close to his blue clutch brother and look down at the straps as well. D'las doesn't say anything there is only the slight sound of his breathing every now and then as he looks intently at the straps.

Kr'lin appears to be keeping a mental record of all the times that Hanneke is erring this class.. He's storing up for something big, apparently, "Well, for one, you need to make sure you make theses stitches a little closer together.. Try to get them as close as you can." He grabs one of the metal rings used to climb up the dragon and pulls on it, and holds it towards Klari, "See how the leather loop holding the ring on the straps is slightly separated from the strap? If you stitch closer together and add a few more rows this won't happen. If you don't, you'll be constantly breaking these as you climb up on Daemith's back."

Hanneke beams in response to Klari, although she drops her hand, returning to Caeruleth to beam with even more delight.

Klari wrinkles her nose at the straps now before looking up at her 'mate. "Well, I know now. I'm not as perfect as you think." She leans against Daemith for now, letting out a heavy sigh. "So still no mounting then?" Darn that hand. But don't the straps look pretty good for doing it one-handedly and with a little help from a dragon? "No, I haven't broken anything else yet." She laughs slightly with a shake of her head before her eyes wander over to D'las. Just looking, Kr'lin did say there was nothing wrong with looking, right? Plus she's got Daemith's straps on her mind and how everyone else is mounting! Alas, a longing sigh escapes her this time.

Kr'lin waves a hand dismissively, "Oh, I didn't say that. They'll hold up for a couple of mountings, but make sure you start to restitch these once class is over." He stands up completely and steps away from the straps, "Okay.. Go ahead and put them back on Daemith." A smile is sent Klari's direction as he turns his attention to Hanneke, "Okay. Hanneke. Guess what. Since you seem to be in such a superior mood tonight. You get to lead all of the formation drills today." A few eyebrow wiggles are sent the green rider's direction as he continues, "And, I'm afraid your straps are much too small for your dragon. You will need to chuck them completely and make a completely new set."

Is that a dropped mouth I see before me? It is Hanneke's, and she is speechless. "Er!" she begins, hestitating. "Um!" Pause. "Okay!" Nonetheless, her straps are given a mournful frown. "Stop growing, Caeruleth!" It's just not fair. "I guess we'll do a hump thingy." Her power of description is just phenomenal.

D'las stumbles backward from Kr'lin as he straightens suddenly just so he doesn't bump into the man then he makes his way over towards Klari,"How are things going other than having to rework your straps?" He asks,"And by the way if you need some help I will be glad to assist you in what ever way." He says softly with a big smile on his face.

Caeruleth's cool, dark touch echoes forest greens through your mind, a hint of narcissus wafting dynamically through your mind, as you climb up her forelimb, using straps to get yourself safely between her neckridges.

Caeruleth(#644p)

Noctivagant passage palpable in a trellis of ossificated sinew, Caeruleth's vivified movements obnubilate looming presence, deepest malachite virescent to stark terminus. Braving irascible tongue is the calid heat from taut muscles, savering junctions to pristine wingsails unfurled--sallow completion decadent in svelte dignity.

Dark, darker, darkest: she has made her complete, but darkness hovers, and all serpents bite.

D'las swings up to Rojoth's proffered forearm and from there up to Rojoth's neck, settling between two neckridges, and buckling on his straps as he smiles down to his lifemate.

Stitch, stitch, stitch. Klari doesn't mind it all that much, it gives her an excuse to not go out and 'explore' with Daemith who just will not go without her, obviously. She picks up the straps and tosses them on before moving around a bit to adjust them, "I don't see why you just have to have them /thrown/ on, Daemith." A playful smile makes it's way to D'las as she finally get the straps back on properly and fastened. "A lot better as of recently. Help?" Klari laughs softly and shakes her head, "Don't need help." She can mount Daemith now... Right?

Kr'lin gives Hanneke an odd look, "Umm.. Everyone up on your dragons." See, he's answered Klari's unasked question for her. "And, Hanneke, please use the correct tems for the formations. No one is going to know what they are unless you name them correctly."

Hanneke straps herself in, peering down after Kr'lin. "Isn't that right? The humpy-thing." She makes a 'V' shape with her hand, adding, "The easy one!"

Klari climbs up to a ridge on Daemith's neck, taking her time for a moment as she settles down and straps in.

Kr'lin just shakes his head, "No, that isn't correct, Hanneke. The shape of the formation is it's name. V-Formation. And do you want the inverted V-Formation or the normal V-Formation?" Klari's mounting is watched carefully, just in case he was wrong and the straps can't handle her climbing up on top of her dragon.

"Oh," opines Hanneke with a beaming smile, "We'll do that one, then!" She urges Caeruleth forward, taking point position, whilst adding, "The unverted, one."

From Rojoth's neck, D'las looks at Hanneke and kind of rolls his eyes as he waits for her to get things going. The eyes seem to roll on over to Klari as she mounts, she is looking very well and he quickly changes thoughts to something other than his pretty fellow weyrling.

From Daemith's neck, Klari's quite light so they should hold at least once, the straps that is anyway. "Formations, love. Why're you asking me? It's not like I had a crash course on this sort of thing while you were still in your egg." Soft laughter seems to rumble from the pair. "And you know what big guy, I think everyone else knows what their doing... Yeah, it's because you were last to hatch."

Hanneke shifts about in her seat, complaining, "I told people to go into the unverted 'V' thingy! C'mon!" What kind of point leader can she be, if no one moves?

Kr'lin hmms and nods towards Hanneke, "Okay.. Everyone form up in an inverted V formation. This is going to be a little bit difficult. Hanneke is going to be the point of the V, but the rest of you are going to be in front of her, in a V shape."

>> I sense that Saironth wafts in on the tendrils of smoke that is the scent of his mindvoice. >> Since the other dragons will not be able to see you, you will need to tell them when to turn and how far. Make sure you use clear and well defined commands, or elseyour formation will suffer. << <<

Rojoth moves into formation nudged by his riders gentle mind touch. D'las smiles and says,"I suppose this is what you mean Hanneke?" He asks as dragon and rider make their way into the inverted V formation.

From Daemith's neck, Klari raises a brow, just one, at Hanneke as Daemith rumbles on soft, yet dominately. Though Klari taps Daem's neck softly to get him to stop chattering, "Go on... Formations. See... V-like. Well if you don't want to be by the greens go to another part." Smiling through it all as Daem settles on the spot near Caeruleth, he won't have to do much forming this way, obviously. "I'm not sure, it has to have some purpose though... Just learn for now and ask sometime later on in life."

>> I bespoke Saironth with: I sense that Caeruleth responds with an affirmative, deepest greens salivitating against the sensual cloves that swirl throughout her touch. << Understood, >> Sharply, alto raises in cadence, adding, << I am not that stupid. >> <<

>> [lings] Caeruleth nudges, trellis of deep greens swirling darkly. << Further forward. You will *ruin* the formation with your incompetance. >> Sharply, the green adds, << Now! >> <<

>> I sense that Saironth's tones is somewhat apologetic. >> Was not implying you were. Your lifemate can be somewhat absent minded. You will need to fill in for her... lackings. << Yes, that is the best word. <<

>> I bespoke Saironth with: I sense that Caeruleth snorts. << 'Lackings', >> she mimics, disapproval sweeping throughout, shaded dark purple by the aubergene addition. << Do not insult my rider, foolish blue. >> So much of apology. <<

>> [lings] Rojoth sends strong wintergreen scents towards Caeruleth >>Do not be so mean you know Daemith's rider has been injured be a gentle teacher<< <<

Caeruleth emits a dark warble, as if attempting to provoke the other dragons forward--they're just too slow. Shifting her wings, she presses forward once more, as Hanneke cheers on, "C'mon, lets go forward! Smooth'n'stuff!"

>> [lings] Saironth does a little teaching of his own. >> One must be forceful when leading, Rojoth. You should be concerned about yourself. Not the one whom your lifemate has feelings for. << Sometimes dragons are observant about the affairs of humans. >> Daemith can take care of his own lifemate. << <<

>> [lings] Caeruleth snorts once more, ripples of aubergene and maroon delineating through her mind. << Just like a man, to try and think of another, and make mistakes of his own. Forward, or I'll be nasty. >> Funny. It sounds as though she's that already. <<

>> [lings] Daemith thinks about plopping down where he is, sending smokey fumes out to the other. >> My 'mate is fine. Though force from a green of my own rank... Seems rather odd to me.<< Other than that, he stays quiet. Why reveal more of his mind? It is his! <<

Daemith snuffs in Caeruleth's direction as he takes his time moving into formation. He's not lazy, nor does he have time for greens. "Well, the quicker you move around with the rest, the sooner it'll all be over." With that from Klari, slowly Daem quickens into formation, just following the rest as they move.

>> [lings] Saironth is forced to do more correcting, such is the life of a weyrlingmaster's dragon. >> Caeruleth. Do not insult those who you lead. They will listen better if you do not force their minds shut. << A curious thought this.. Blues versus greens.. Greens versus blues. >> For this excercise, Caeruleth is your 'leader'. Follow her instructions. << <<

"Finally," gripes Hanneke, channeling Caeruleth's frustration as the green continues to order the blues into formation ahead of her, her point well behind. "Stupid blues."

>> [lings] Caeruleth sends ripples of darkness through her touch, moonless nights resonating against deepest caves. << I think rocks would listen better, >> she retorts, but her words cease as she adds, << The blue speaks with some merit. Listen, and we will do better. >> <<

Kr'lin watches the young dragons move around the training grounds, noting a couple falters in the formation, but none to bad, "Keep it up. Maybe a formation change?" See how they react to that.

Hanneke furrows her brow, then nods slowly. "Formation change. Er, okay." She waves her hands about--not that the others can see, but that's beside the point--"Like that!" It was probably a 'V', uninverted, but that's all but impossible for anyone to tell.

>> I sense that Saironth is a bit more forceful with this entry. >> Control yourself, little one. You may be leading this excercise, but you are not better than any of the others. << <<

>> [lings] Daemith chuckles out that of a deep bass. >> You have to be kidding me. << Kidding or not, the blue wants it to end and as soon as possible. >> I don't care to be bossed around by young greens nor do I care what they think of rocks. << Of course he does know he was being compared to a rock. He just moves into the next formation. >> What again, is the point of all this, Saironth? << <<

>> I bespoke Saironth with: I sense that Caeruleth, not better than the others? Speak sense! Without so many words, her ego strains through her touch, snorting. <<

>> [lings] Caeruleth's irritation is as clear as glass--she strains towards her fellow weyrlings, bellowing, << Fine! Have it you way! I will *not* teach to insolent blues! >> With that, she pushes out of formation, carrying Hanneke on a wild ride. Well, that solved that. <<

>> [lings] Saironth's mindvoice drifts towards sterness. >> All of you need to relax. Part of being in a wing is following instructions and being able to give them. << Then, the green departs. >> Caeruleth. Return to your position. Now. << <<

>> [lings] Caeruleth retorts, << I have no problem giving the instructions. It is *they* that make it difficult, by not following them. >> Ego-ridden touch adds, << No. I will not consort with such empty-brained wherries. >> <<

Kr'lin watches the whole thing spin out of control, quickly... He eyes his own dragon and lifts a hand, "It's alright, Saironth. Caeruleth and Hanneke are just not prepared to be leaders at this point." To the weyrlings, "Alright. Everyone. Dismount your dragons and come here please. It appears that we have a few issues with our dragons."

Hanneke comes to a jiggling stop, as Caeruleth ceases her mad rush, her voice bouncing up and down as she complains, "Caer-u-leth!" Finally at a halt, the weyrling unstraps, grumbling, "I know they're stupid, but I'm not!"

Caeruleth sends dark ripples of forest green through your mind, releasing you as you tumble, somewhat precipitaciously, down from her neckridges, eventually reaching the ground in an acervated heap.

From Daemith's neck, Klari watches as the... leader leaves and then just looks about. "Hrm... Something didn't go so well, I take it." So with that she moves to slip off of Daemith and wander over.

Klari gently slides down from her spot astride her, landing quietly one foot at a time to the ground.

>> I sense that Saironth is definitely not pleased, not at all. >> Silence, little one. You are in no position to question others when your own actions have been highly questionable. You are to treat the others in your class with the respect that they deserve. Understood? << It's a rhetorical question. <<

>> I bespoke Saironth with: I sense that Caeruleth has perhaps learnt one lesson within her life, and now it is time to put that learning into use: although her mind seethes, her mental imagery crucifies Saironth, she nulls it, lurking into darkness without words. Good little dragon. <<

Kr'lin points a finger at Hanneke, since she was so nice to vocalize her comment, "Hanneke. They are not stupid. Your dragon lacked the patience to effectively lead them. Keeping them in formation was you and your dragon's responsibility and I'm afraid.. You failed miserabley. Their lacking is your lacking. Even more so because you were in charge." A heavy sigh is emitted as he averts his eyes from Hanneke, almost in shame, "Perhaps I should not have placed you in a position of responsibility, Hanneke. I may have had more faith in you than I should have." A pause is input here, for responses. See, he's nice.

Hanneke's jaw drops, and a rather undignified sniff sounds whilst a tear runs down her face. "That's mean. It wasn't my fault!" Perhaps it would be better if she shut up, but she doesn't manage that with great dignity. "It's not fair."

Klari doesn't say anything, it's not her place. She just stands there with her hands clasped together behind her back, looking down at the ground. She's listening just doesn't want to catch a bad look from anyone at all. Daemith stays silent as well, listening and every now and then emitting a faint rumble or loud sigh of sorts.

>> [lings] Saironth adds a few words of his own. >> You are responsible for the defence of this planet. You can not do this effectively if you are bickering amongst each other. You may not like each other, but when your are in formation, you will treat each other with civility. This is not an option. If you are leading, you will do so in a way that encourages the others to follow. If you are following, you will do so without question.<< Not a pleased note in this mindvoice. >> What you do out of formation is your business. If you are distracted by useless bickering, you may cost someone their life. << <<

>> [lings] Caeruleth bespoke all >> Fine. << So there. >> Fine. <<

Kr'lin's expression hardens as he turns towards Hanneke, "It is your fault. You will accept responsibility for it. It is time for you to grow up, Hanneke. No one is here to take the blame for your actions." Ooo, he's not a happy camper, perhaps tiring of Hanneke a bit at this point. "If you can not accept your failures, you can not learn from them." And now, not to limit the dressing down to Hanneke.. He turns to Klari, "And you.. You and your dragon may be behind the others, but this does not mean we are going to be any less lenient on you. Your dragon's comments were out of place. You need to control his comments."

Hanneke opens her mouth to say something more. "I *am* grown up," she whines, her jaw shutting with a snap as Caeruleth emits a dark rumble towards her.

Kr'lin gives Hanneke a good look over, "Your body may be maturing, but your personality has not." Another sigh is emitted, see, he doesn't like dressing people down.. One of the bad sides of being a weyrlingmaster. "Hanneke, your mother may have protected you from the world's ills, but she is not here. You are responsible for your own actions. There is no one here to protect you. You must be able to learn from your mistakes. Once you start betweening there won't be any room for mistakes. If you err, you die. There is no happy in between."

Hanneke's expression darkens, and she scowls towards Kr'lin with a ferocity that totally undermines her usual grin. Perhaps the very concept of having to be in charge, in control, of even her own life, is frightening, and this she greets with darkness, a new retreat from all happiness and light. She gives a dark nod of her head, mimicing her lifemate as she responds, "Fine." The vehemence of the word doesn't suit her, and she sulks, head raised nonetheless defiantly.

Kr'lin starts to wag a finger, having to do something aside from giving the weyrling a good smacking. Not that he would, but still.. Pent up energy, don't you know. "Hanneke. You and Caeruleth are going to be the lead for the next two formation drills. You will either learn, or you will continue to lead. You will either earn the respect of your fellow classmates, or you will earn their ire. Either way, you will have to mature. And quickly."

Caeruleth's rumble is almost amused, even delighted; she doesn't mind leading, evidently. Hanneke, however, swallows, her head nodding very slowly as she listens to Kr'lin, holding the ever-present tears back as much as possible. The injustice, the torture. "Yessir!" The exclamation marks.

Kr'lin points a finger at Caeruleth now, "And you will treat the other dragons with respect. Neither you, or any of the other dragons, are any better than the other. You will guide them, not insult them. If they err, you will correct them without.." A pause as he checks with his lifemate for the terminiology the green used.. "...comparing them to rocks."

Hanneke wrinkles her nose, giving Caeruleth a long look, as the green marks her position with another dark rumble. "I think she says 'okay'!" trills Hanneke, her tears drying as rapidly as they first fell, although she adds, "I think it was clever. They are like rocks, some of them."

Oh, no.. She did /not/ just go there.. No way.. Not a chance.. Kr'lin lets out a long, deep sigh as it is apparent that she definitely does go there, "Hanneke... They are not. They are not to blame for what happened here. It is your dragon's lack of patience and respect that caused this. You will not encourage this in your dragon. Is that understood?" It's a rhetorical question.

Eep. Hanneke is thus chastisied. "Sorry!" It's still true. "It is understood, it is!" Rhetorics are lost upon Hanneke, who beams. "I'm going to be the best weyrling!" Rather than the worst.

Kr'lin mmhmms and bobs his head several times, "That is good, Hanneke. But I won't lie to you. You have /a lot/ of work to do before you become the best weyrling." Scuff up her ego a bit. "In the future, if your dragon starts to lose her patience with the others, you are responsible for controlling her. At no point will you allow her to insult the other dragons as she did earlier."

Hanneke pouts. He's supposed to indulge her ego, not deflate it. Nonetheless undeterred, she nods, beaming. "Okay! I can do that!" Caeruleth raises two out of three eyelids, giving her lifemate a long glance. As if.

>> I sense that Saironth figures this bit would better come from another dragon, than from his lifemate. >> And you will listen to your rider when she contains your impatience. You must learn to be more patient with others, Caeruleth. Every dragon has their own personalities and you must learn to respect that. << <<

>> I bespoke Saironth with: I sense that Caeruleth accepts this with an ego-laced shift of her mind, as if tossing the advice into the mix, accepting, if not indulging fully. << Understood, >> her burred alto voice agrees. They can be deficient, but she'll be patient. <<

Kr'lin does not inflate egos, nope.. He takes every chance to deflate them. He's somewhat good at that, "Hanneke, you have been granted an excellent opportunity here. If you can capitalize on it, you may be able to become weyrsecond at some point." Okay.. Maybe he does inflate a bit, "Take advantage of your time in the lead position. If you don't take advantage of it, someone else will."

Hanneke straightens her posture, positively beaming. "Weyrsecond!" she breaths, delighted. Oh dear. "Yessir! I will, I will, I promise! I know it's hard, but I'm going to do it. Caeruleth and I will, we will!" Caeruleth emits another rumble; oh dear.

Kr'lin sighs and holds out a hand, "Oh.. By the way.. Before I forget. Please remove Caeruleth's straps and hand them to me. You won't be needing those anymore." See, he didn't forget. Part of his punishment was that she had to make new straps for her dragon.

Hanneke pauses, wrinkling her nose. Nonetheless, she moves towards her lifemate, removing the straps with only some difficulty: the green may be small, but she's still far bigger than Hanneke, and the weyrling is not very good at this kind of thing. At length, weyrling returns towards Kr'lin, lugging straps. "Yessir!"

Kr'lin takes the straps and swings them over his shoulder, easier to hold, you see, "This time, you might not want to embroider the straps. You'll be making a number of these before your dragon is done growing. You may even consider making hte straps adjustable. Save yourself some time."

Hanneke shifts her hand into a salute, bobbing her head with docile, but energetic agreement. "Yessir! I'll try." It's so hard not embroidering, it takes so much effort, after all. "Ooh, that's a good idea! I can do that!"

Kr'lin jerks as if he is hit by something, and oddly enough.. He is.. A thought, "Oh! I almost forgot. You owe me fifty pushups." See, she might have thought he was being nice, but oh no, he has to correct that thought right away. "Remember what I said, Hanneke. You will need to do a lot more growing up before you graduate."

Hanneke's face falls, and she pouts. Yes, her faith in Kr'lin being nice no longer exists--hope is definitely frail, and not really difficult to kill. "Yes, Kr'linn--" At least she didn't add the 'y'. "I will, sir!" And now, it's fall to the ground, as she attempts, with some dramaticism, to fulfil the punishment. 1...2...Oof.

Kr'lin didn't quite mean right now, but hey, he'll go with it. "You'd think you would be an expert at these, Hanneke. You've done so many of them." He moves over to his dragon and pulls up a seat on one of the dragon's forefeet. "Speaking of which. How goes your daily workouts? Losing weight yet?"

That's Hanneke: an eager little beaver, or perhaps not, but at least she tries. "They're *hard*," she begins to explain, shutting her mouth rather rapidly. Complaining is not the stuff of the best weyrlings, after all. "Maybe," she decides, unable to peer at her middle whilst in the middle of rather heavy exertions.

Kr'lin has to agree with her on that point, "Well, if they were easy, they wouldn't be a very good punishment, now would they?" And a punishment he likes to use, apparently. "You are doing those excercises I told you about, right?" He's mean, yes.. talking to her while she is exerting herself physically.

Hanneke's out of breath state makes conversation difficult, but notably, she completes fifteen pushups before collapsing into a heap upon the ground. "I suppose not," she manages to get out, between huffs. "Yes," she adds, restraining comment.

Kr'lin mmhmms and not quite believing her, but, oh well, you have to start trusting at some point, "How about eating a bit less? You doing that?" Hey, he's trying to undo what he did oh so long ago. "Don't want you to kill yourself trying to pull yourself up on to your dragon's back."

Hanneke resumes the pushups with some determination, evidently willing herself to continue. "Yes," she agrees. She's starving herself, the poor dear.

Kr'lin seems to be getting a lot of yesses from Hanneke today, "Not very talkative today, are you?" Hmm, couldn't be because he has a habit of dealing out pushups when she starts talking.. Well.. Talking back to him.

Couldn't be. Not possibly. Hanneke completes the pushups--this has taken many minutes, obviously, and rises somewhat wearily to her feet. "No," she decides, just to add a different strain to the conversation. "Can I go?"

Kr'lin lifts his shoulders in a shrug, "Well, you've done your pushups.. Left your straps.. Yup. I don't have anything else for you." And then something pops in his head, "Oh, and before you use your new straps for the first time. Make sure one of us weyrlingmasters have inspected them."

Hanneke snaps -- well, sort of -- another salute, nodding her head. "Yessir!" Then, she's gone, wobbling her way back to the barracks, Caeruleth following a short distance behind. Poor widdle weyrling.

You decide to go into the Weyrling Barracks.