[Event] Weyrling Class 2 of 6 [Changed to EVENT]

[J'lor and Tonuth]

Indroduction Each class is mandatory for the weyrling to graduate to Senior Weyrling. There will be a new thread for each class and your Weyrling pair should attend each one. These are NOTE Event threads so you may NOT be in another thread during class. Please be sure to post in every thread in order to graduate.

This lesson will cover what your weyrling would learn in months 4-6.

Discussion among the admins has changed the classes to an [Event] you may rp your weyrling outside the class.

Until L'yst returnes, PM J'lor with any questions.
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2. Physical Drills, Making Knots and Riding Straps. Firestone.

J'lor looked out at his class. He was still waiting for several of them to arrive before he began his lecture. By now most of the pairs were waking up and falling asleep together. The dragons were verging on 4 months of growth and by now were a bit large for the room.

Even the smallest was almost nine meters and Drusellith was looking to be about fifteen. They were no longer waking in the middle of the night but they ate two full meals a day and theirs still had to butcher all their meals.

As the class seemed to fill. He started:

"We'll have some reading for you all this class and I'll provide that for you in a moment. First, we're going to be making your knots, and over the next sevendays we will be making your first set of riding straps. You will be learning flying formations by first marching them on the ground by yourselves, and then with your dragons. Last but not least you will learn about Firestone.

"Any Question?"

With that assistants passed through the room with lengths of both a deep forest green and black cord that had been made in great quantities by the weyr weavers. Then they went to each of the Weyrlings and gave them a thread of heir lifemates color. They had Silver from the spools reserved for Minor Lord and Lady holders which they brought to Brekka. Though they had plenty of the traditional colors but had to create new ones for the Crimsons.

Once each had their lengths he had them tie a bundle together with the thread and then braid their shoulder loop unil the length could be stretched a weavers length. (from their nose to their fingertips on an outstretched arm.)

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Reading Assignments - this month.
Weryling Guide months 4 through 6
Riding Straps (our thanks to Sorelle for finding this material)
Just get through this stuff sometime during the month. It does not have to be rp'd but you will be expected to know the information.

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Attendees

Name	L1	L2
A'sh	X	X
Alix	X	-
Brekka	X	X
Ceinwen	X	X
L'can	X	X
L'dron	X	X
L'ryn	X	X
Nerys	X	X
O'rion	X	X

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[A'sh and Securth]

((I have edited my post to fit with what is being taught at this point in time. My apologies, I got a bit ahead of myself. This will be over the time of weeks of practice timelne for me anyway.. so don't think he is getting it right in one try.. Forgive me if my timeline is not with the others, but this is my first time in a class with other people so yea.. and knowing we are covering four months of classes.. yea.. I'm trying my best R'enh!))

((I have read and understand the material.))

Next to a sleeping blue dragon was a young boy, slowly turning into a man. With the help of their of course. He woke up and opened his eyes to find Securth staring back at him with yellow eyes. "Oh you're hungry?" He murmered and stroked his dragon. He was already bigger then before, standing just about 8 meters tall. "You've gotten big!" He said with an air of surprise. "I hadn't noticed. Still not as big as some." Securth voiced through his link and A'sh sighed as he heard a hint of annoyance and dismay. "You may not be as big or strong as the others.. but I think you're perfect just the way you are."

"Do you mean that, mine?" Securth questioned. A'sh nodded and Securth nudged up against his chest, which he rarely did without wanting to push him into something. Fondly A'sh remembered their first bath. How Securth had pushed him into the water with him so playfully. This was different, he felt it. It was not playful but indeed quite serious, a sign of gratefulness and love. A simple, simple sign that Securth appreciated how much A'sh loved him.

A'sh rose to his feet and walked to the class, finding an attendant shoving a cord into his hands. It was green and black, and shortly followed came a blue thread. He listened as he was told to braid it and stretch it to an arms length. Sighing, he started to work on it. The first thick leather cord he tired into a knot, then stretched it at arms length and he pulled it around his dragons neck and behind the neck ridge. "So this is where I'll sit.. I got my work cut out for me, Securth." Then he took the larger strap and put it around theirs chest and shoulders. "Now what?" He thought, then saw the ends of the neck straps and the neck plate. "I think I got it, Securth." It took him several failed attempts over a few days of classes, but at last he was able to do it. All the while he heard theirs thoughts of encouragement, "Patience, mine. You'll get it." He read through the material, careful not to miss a thing. "Criss cross the material.. Oh mine this is going to be hard. And you probably won't need ths right away, but I'll get it set up for us anyway." He chuckled lightly at his own dismay, a kind of nervous laugh. Securth chuckled lightly, "Indeed, mine." Then he read about the bridge straps and put them from the neck straps to the chest strap and the tethering straps tied on too. And then he set up the riding belt, much like a seat belt in modern days. "Better safe then sorry." He reminded Securth in his thoughts.. With that he put on the saftey straps and at last... put on the last ones... the toe loops. At last he was finished, after a full week of trial and error, and he smiled and finally got up, feeding Securth with cut up meat. Securth ate hungrily, and his eyes changed colors to show joy. A'sh smiled watched their chomp on his meat, swallowing it nearly whole. "You still need to learn to chew." He teased gently. Securths chuckle echoed through his link, "And you need to learn to bathe me better. Thought I'd forgotten?" With a laugh A'sh remembered what he was referring to again, how the first time he had bathed him their had pushed him into the waters and how A'sh had struggled to bathe Securth. "Good times, mine." Securth said through the link. A'sh smiled and said softly,"You read my mind."

[O'rion and Serenith]

(( I have read the preceding links and understand straps and what should be happening during these next months. ))

Serenith was, of course, raring to go. The aggressive, but oddly exceedingly polite toward other dragons (especially females), Bronze stood at just under fourteen feet in length, and seemed nearly as large as Drusillith. But the sizes would soon distribute more normally, and the golden beauty would loom far above Serenith very soon. As it was, though, Serenith was turning out to be a more streamlined Bronze than had previously been seen. Perhaps it was because he was losing all of that baby-fat. Serenith should have been tired. What with all O'rion went through with him today, the Bronze should have been fast asleep, his head securely on his 'pillow,' snoring away. But was he?

Noooo, Serenith was right beside him, all fourteen feet of him, and he was glaring at the people as they handed out cords.

They're not fast enough.[/color] Serenith groaned, and his flicking tail caught one of the helpers square in the face. O'rion blushed deep red and apologized. Serenith just grunted and glared at the helper, enough, perhaps, to even maybe turn into a death stare. "Hey! Enough! They're just trying to help!" O'rion declared, and Serenith grunted again.

That Bronze color doesn't match my hide.[/color] Serenith complained, turning his head away and glaring at yet another hapless helper. The aggressive Bronze was about to spring, O'rion could feel it, and the Bronzerider growled. "Serenith, control yourself, or you will have to do more exercises." It wasn't often that a rider had to school his own dragon, but Serenith was (quite visually, actually) imagining pulling off the helper's heads.

O'rion laid a hand on Serenith and told him mentally to calm down, showing him pictures of Olivia. That never ceased to make Serenith stop, and, sure enough, the Bronze fell quiet. O'rion hadn't even noticed that the Bronze had been rumbling, actually rumbling, until he fell quiet. Able to finish his work, O'rion made himself a nice knot that fit perfectly around his shoulder. With a slightly satisfied smile, the Bronzerider looked at his handiwork and nodded. "How's it look?"

It's not my exact color.[/color] Was all the surrendered Bronze said in answer.

[L'dron and Heroth]

L’dron and Heroth sat among the other werylings, L’dron nodding to Brekka as she and her Panitath entered in acknowledgement to their meeting the night before. However, this was a class session…not a social meeting, and L’dron made sure to turn his attention back to Heroth, rubbing the young bronze’s eye ridges in a reminder of his adoration towards the dragon.

The rest of the weryling class filed in without much commotion, and the daily lecture began. However, to L’dron’s astonishment- and happiness- this session seemed to be a hands-on activity: making his new weryling knot!

You mean today we’re not going to be listening to him talk about things we can figure out ourselves, Mine? Was the dry question that resonated in his mind.

L’dron busted into a fit of laughter that he quickly stifled, although a huge grin remained on his face as he looked up at Heroth’s whirling eyes. ”Right” he thought in response, not daring to disrupt the other classmates even more.

However, as the assistants began passing out the green and black lengths of cord a deep, irritated, rumbling began to resonate throughout the classroom. Both L’dron and Heroth turned their heads to the noise coming from behind them…to find Serenith acting out.

He’s angry that the cord doesn’t match his hide perfectly.

I didn’t know that dragons would become so offended at things so petty. L’dron thought back to Heroth.

Normally we don’t. Was the skeptical reply that echoed back. His tone quickly changed to one full of boasting and pride at the next remark though.
However…That cord does seem to match my lighter hide much better than his. Not that it matters…


Oh…let’s stop gawking and leave them be. O’rion is my friend and I do not want to rub in whatever embarrassment he is feeling after that lashing his Serenith gave the assistant.

L’dron then turned back to his freshly laid out strips of cord and, with his experience in fishing line tying, was one of the first finished and satisfied with what he had created. Now, even when Heroth was out on his own, the entire weyr and hold would know that L’dron was a bronzerider. One of the new hopes that had emerged after the tragic storm that disturbed every inch of the old society. Waiting on the next instruction, L’dron placed his new knot around his shoulder and sat, happy to just relax for a moment.

[Brekka and Panitath]

She smiled back at L’dron as she and Panitath came into class. Pretty soon her girl was going to be too large for her space. They were still learning about each other and Panitath was incredibly needy of her time. Not that she didn’t need those beautiful swirling eyes herself but her few minutes last night in the bathing pool were so relaxing.

Panitath’s head was curved around to watch as they were given their cords and thread, her head cocking from side to side to watch as Brekka braided her new weyrling knot. The green and black cords threaded with a brilliant silver that only a Lady Holder of a minor hold would wear. She grinned as she finished the loop and knots for her new rank.

You are beautiful Brekkamine she said sweetly. Then she stood to rub her pretty girls eyeridges. “So are you my love” she said. “One day all the dragons will call your name when you fly brilliantly glowing in the sky.”

Her lovely girl didn’t understand yet but that was fine with her. She didn’t want it to come too soon, she didn’t feel quite ready for it herself.

Then Panitath could feel as Sererith got feisty and poised to spring at some of the assistants and moved between the bronze and hers and flared her wings in distress.

“What is it?” Brekka asked. Serenith is not happy about the color of his cord. Brekka blinked. But mine is perfect she said smugly and Brekka laughed.

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[L'ryn and Cerbanyth]

L'ryn watched Cerbanyth munch away at his butchered herdbeest, making sure the now ten foot long dragonet didn't choke himself by scarfing down the chunks too fast. L'ryn had made sure to cut them small enough that they were easy for him to swallow but he still needed to learn to chew his food. Once Cerbanyth had knocked over the noisy pail, L'ryn was free to get himself ready. They had another class this morn so he had to get dressed and lead the blue dragonet down to where the class was to be held.

Cerbanyth seemed to be having fun nosing around the pail on the stone floor while his tied back his deep red hair into a ponytail as he had for the classes before this one. When he turned around, Cerbanyth just about had his head stuck in the pail. "Having fun, Cerbanyth?" L'ryn asked, laughing as he took the pail off his dragon's head. "It's fun," Cerbanyth replied. "It is time to go, mine?" L'ryn nodded. "Better go before we end up being late," he replied to the dragonet's question. "J'lor wouldn't like that too much," he added, scratching the dragonet's eye ridge as they headed out the barracks and to their class.

"We'll have some reading for you all this class and I'll provide that for you in a moment. First, we're going to be making your knots, and over the next sevendays we will be making your first set of riding straps. You will be learning flying formations by first marching them on the ground by yourselves, and then with your dragons. Last but not least you will learn about Firestone." J'lor started once they were all there and settled in their spots. Assistants came and passed out their cord colors. They passed him a dark blue cord length, the same blue color that the other blueriders got but not quite as dark as Cerbanyth's hide was. Still Cerbanyth liked the cord, unlike bronze Serenith.

"Someone's not a happy dragon," L'ryn said, pulling his own cord away from his' nosing at the cord. He seemed to think everything was a toy lately. Cerbanyth soon realized his wasn't going to let him play with the length of cord and settled down. "Serenith is just picky," he told his. "I think ours is nice." L'ryn smiled his rare smile and scratched an itch on Cerbanyth's neck while he watched the assistant show him how to make the rider band. with his weaver training, he had a little advantage on the other weyrlings.

Once done with his cord, L'ryn waited for the next lecture.

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[Ceinwen and Drusillith]

It had been some time since Drusillith fit inside the main sleeping room of the weyrling barracks. She had grown so quickly, so fast, that it was all Ceinwen could do to keep up with the constant oiling that had to be done to her itching hide as it stretched to accommodate her seemingly unending growth. Fortunately the brilliant architects had taken that into consideration and had set some small weyrs off to the side to accommodate the larger dragons. It was there that Cein and Dru spent their nights. The two of them were now much more in synch with one another. Their bond had grown in strength and harmony. The tug of wills was still there, but it was no longer as abrasive.

Ceinwen woke that morning, curled up in the crook of Drusillith’s foreleg. She climbed from her comforting grasp and went to prepare Drusillith’s morning meal. The more she butchered, the easier it had become. As she finished with the last herdbeast, Dru was on her way to her meal. While she ate, Ceinwen bathed and grabbed a quick bite to eat before the pair headed to their class.

Once they arrived, they took a spot in a corner so that Dru would not block the others. Serenith was close to her in size with Heroth not far behind, but the difference in sizes with the other weyrlings was quite noticeable. As the assistants began handing out the colored cords, Ceinwen’s attention was grabbed away by L’dron who had suddenly burst into laughter. She found herself grinning at him as he regained his composure and then looked back at the three colored cords in her hand. Ceinwen had some experience in making cords from her days as an apprentice healer and then her elevation to journeywoman. She quickly got to work weaving the lengths together while Drusillith sat watching the intricate work.

The sound of one of the helpers crying out in pain caught both of their attentions’ and their heads whipped around toward O’rion and Serenith. Ceinwen looked to O’rion empathetically. She had had many run ins with her own strong willed Drusillith and knew how difficult it could be to corral her rampant emotions when she was began to brood.

‘Am I really so…’ Drusillith’s thought’s cut off abruptly when she sensed Serenith’s feelings. ‘Serenith is extremely offended.’ Drusillith looked to Serenith. “Please curb your ire. You are distressing the others.”

‘But why, my love? Has someone injured him in some way?’

‘The cord provided to his is inadequate. It’s hue is questionable.’

Ceinwen thought for a moment and then turned to speak to Brekka in a hushed voice. “Brekka, you were a weaver prior to your impression. Do you think it possible to dye a cord the same color as Serenith’s hide?” Ceinwen did not know what colors were possible. Hopefully Brekka could at least provide some reassurance one way or another. If the color could not be matched, then that could be conveyed to Serenith, but, if it could, Ceinwen was hopeful that Serenith would be pleased.

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(( I have read and understand the material. ))

[nerys]

Nerys knew she was late. She hadn't meant to indulge in her bath this morning, but she had needed to feel clean again after having had to clean up after Shymorth.

Hurry, Shymorth, we're already late.

No worries, mine. They have not noticed our absence. I am going as fast as I can.

Nerys and Shymorth made it into the class just in time to hear J'lor's instruction. She received her reading materials and the cord making supplies and settled down beside her Crimson friend to see to her task.

I like the colors, Shymorth's deep voice rang in Nery's head. She looked up at him with adoration on her face.

"They match your colors, Shymorth. Nothing could be better."

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[L'can and Tanemoth]

L'can received the material for his knots, including the bright red thread, and began braiding it together. He had often imagined what color knots he would someday wear. Never in his wildest dreams had he guessed that he would be wearing a red shoulder knot. He was engrossed in his own work, and didn't really noticed the displeasure of one of the bronzes and the reactions of the others. The affairs of bronzeriders were of no concern to him. His father might be a Wingleader, but L'can was glad that he had Impressed a dragon that was shaping up to be one of the smaller colors. Being a leader seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

There...it's perfect. Finishing up the knot, he proudly slid it onto his shoulder. Looks great! Now you have some of my color on you,[/color] Tanemoth said cheerfully. What next? Can we talk about firestone now?[/color] He had perked up when J'lor mentioned firestone. He was excited to start flaming and learning how to fight Thread.

Not yet. I think we have some reading to do first, L'can told his dragon. Tanemoth sighed and lay down, thinking he might nap for that part. Reading was so dull!

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[J'lor and Tonuth]

J’lor smiled as the weyrlings finished their knots and began slipping them on their shoulders. He walked through the room and inspected the work, only one young green rider had to redo hers. Another had put theirs on backwards.

“The tail goes in the front” he said pointing to his own and then watched the brown rider turn his to match. “great!” he said and patted the kid on the shoulder.

“Alright, listen up” he said in a loud voice to the chattering weyrlings. “For the next several days we’re going to be meeting outside the barracks and do marching drills every day. You need to know who your wing mates are and learn the various formations you will be expected to know when you eventually have fill in an active wing.”

“For now though, we’re going to talk about Firestone.” He launched into an explanation of dragon anatomy along with their two stomachs and how one was for food and the other housed the chemical reaction that produced flame. He looked at the gold and silver riders. “According to the Weyrleaders, you ladies will be going to have lessons with one of the queen riders rather than practice with firestone. You’re lifemates are important to our futures and we’re sorry but you won’t be riding flaming dragons. No,” he said. “You’ll be riding mothers.” Then he looked at Brekka. “At least that is what we hope for Panitath. We’re not going to take any chances at this point in time.” He smiled.

“Alright then,” he smiled “Outdoors everyone.”

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[nerys]

Nerys, who had finished her knots and gotten a nod of approval, beamed inwardly.

We did good, Shymorth. Now, outside we go.

Shymorth grumbled a bit at having to move his bulk from the nice spot he had found to rest, but he obeyed her command.

You heard J'lor, we're going to learn about Firestone. She knew that would perk up her companion if nothing else.

I want to breathe fire like my big brothers.

I know you do. So let's get a move on and find out what J'lor has to teach us. Nerys gave the Crimson's neck a hug before she walked beside him. His gait was improving, even now. Each day and week that passed, the dragon seemed to be growing and learning how to cope with those changes. What would it be like when she got to fly through the sky atop his back? It would have to be exhilarating.

Once outside, Shymorth settled into a nice sunny spot as Nerys waited to see what was next in their lessons.

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