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Editing: I deleted a lot of the traveling spam, most of the OOC stuff, and did a spell check. =)
Starr comes into the field with Jia, really she does! Over her shoulder is a small pack, bulging slightly. This she sets down out of the way, then turns a bright grin on N'all.
Dragon> Ceruth bespoke Southern Weyr with << All weyrlings and their riders please form up at the lakeside meadow. >>
Kayjay races across the field, pulling at her flight jacket.
You walk over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Lakeside Meadow(#332RJ$)
Contents:
Kayjay
Brielth(#90JOQaempqs$)
L'mir
Jiazith(#300OVaep$)
Starr
Kenla
Kesath
Ardanth
F'loran
N'all
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Landing Field Hatching Grounds White Sands Beach Feeding Grounds Weyrling Barracks Southern Weyrs STables Coastal Road
Yishenth ambles across from the Landing Field.
Yishenth has arrived.
Suriath lumbers over from the Landing Field.
Suriath has arrived.
Announcement: Mordred announces "Southern Weyr's weyrlings will be graduating. Please @tel #333 if you wish to watch :)."
Kenla pulls her gloves on tightly, and then gives Ardanth's straps a once-over. She flashes a smile at her fellow weyrlings, and then bites her lip softly, the nervousness leaking out.
L'bon strides over from the Landing Field.
L'bon has arrived.
Dhanuth lumbers over from the Landing Field.
Dhanuth has arrived.
Starr busies herself checking Jiazith's straps as well, pulling and tugging and rechecking. Finally satisfied she turns to wait, though after a moment she kneels to check her backpack.
Luiseth flies over from the sky above.
Luiseth has arrived.
Kayjay races across the field, pulling at her flight jacket. She inspects Suriath, flicking off imaginary dust off his hide and fiddles with the straps.
Kinoa swings her leg over Luiseth's side before sliding down to the ground.
Kinoa has arrived.
Muinyth flies over from the sky above.
Muinyth has arrived.
Announcement: Mordred announces "My bad, that's @tel #33."
N'all marches in, to the front of the group, "Dawnwind wing, a-ten-HUTT!"
F'loran checks Kesath's straps one more time, before snapping to attention at N'all's command.
Shasta slides to the ground, giving Muinyth a parting caress and a tender smile.
Shasta has arrived.
Kayjay stands at attention beside Suriath.
Kenla turns and snaps to attention in front of Ardanth.
Starr stands up and snaps to attention herself, back straight and looking to N'all.
L'bon stands tall next to Dhanuth, his eyes forward, watching N'all. He smoothes his hair, smelling only faintly of meat, and only if you get really really close that is.
Imara stands with the other weyrlings, checking Yishenth's straps. When that's done, she checks herself, straightening her clothes. She immediately snaps to attention when N'all arrives.
N'all says "Form columns, you know the drill, move like you have a purpose, people."
Oh yes, L'mir knows that familiar voice. Instinctively, he snaps, stiffening, hand over his eyes. "Yessir!" then moves swiftly into one of the columns.
Starr nods and bends, then straightens again. Moving quickly to take her place in the second column.
Kayjay moves into position quietly.
Dragon> Ceruth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Okay, real quick: left face means turn to the left, right face means turn to the right. About face means turn to the rear. The movements are crisp and quick, so pose accordingly. And you all will be in .perfect. formation :) >>
F'loran nods to N'all, then shoots a smile up at Kesath. He forms up behind L'mir..
Kinoa dismounts quickly from Luiseth, stowing a small, sated bronze firelizard on a green foreleg. That done, she watches the weyrlings with a bright smile on her face as they scurry into position.
L'bon nods and Dhanuth and L'bon shuffle into place, looking groomed and cleaned for the occasion for once. Hopefully it's a bit more than spit polished this time at least.
Imara does as she's told and moves quickly into one of the columns.
N'all says "DO NOT TALK."
Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << No Belira this year >>
Kenla is in the column, looking toward Kinoa for a brief moment before turning her head toward the rider in front of her again.
N'all inspects the rank and file, he moves to the right flank of the assembled weyrlings.
Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << She's Feilynth's rider. >>
Shasta hands off little Khysta to one of the nannies of the weyr, giving the blonde curls a ruffle, before she moves to join the assembled riders, watching on as the Weyrlings do their thing.
N'all bellows out, "Dawnwind wing, forWARD MARCH!"
Ardanth start moving forward with the others, trying to match their even pace.
Starr starts her feet as everyone else does, standing tall and proud as she moves forward.
L'bon puts a hand out to Dhanuth's neck straps and moves forward with the column he's in.
F'loran starts marching on command, perfectly in time with his fellows, still directly behind L'mir.
Kinoa pays particular attention to Kenla as she moves into formation, crossing her arms over her chest and watching intently.
Imara marches along with the others, quickly and quietly.
You walk over to the Landing field, full of dragons.
Landing Field(#33RDJ$)
People: Imara L'bon F'loran Kenla
N'all Starr Kayjay Marila
K'laarn D'fit Lacroix Caryx
Fiona Nerian Sharia Gildia
Bryena Byrlyn Telinda Shilarra
Nareisa Joslyn
Dragons: Dhanuth Kesath Suriath Tizonth
Breidith Tinneth Cyonth Ceruth setqswitch
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Lakeside Meadow Council Room Northern Weyrs Western Weyrs Southwestern Weyrs
L'mir has arrived.
Ardanth has arrived.
Brielth has arrived.
Shasta has arrived.
Yishenth has arrived.
Kinoa has arrived.
Joslyn nods over toward D'fit, lifting her head in a gesture of acknowledgment. "And Southern's back to Honshu. Thank you for coming," she adds, making her way up to the platform accordingly, managing her skirt and everything.
Jiazith has arrived.
T'san has arrived.
From her new vantage point on the platform, Sharia spies Fiona and gives her a quick little gesture, indicating she should be ready to join her up here when the correct time comes.
Tinneth looks over -- all those dragons in such a nice formation. Nerian undertones "Tinneth, don't even *think* about it."
N'all marches in, to the right flank of the weyrlings. He brings the weyrlings in perfect formation. He bellows out, "Dawnwind wing, halt!"
Luiseth has arrived.
L'bon stops next to Dhanuth's shoulder, standing at perfection attention, stock still.
Muinyth has arrived.
Starr walks in, straight and sure and in line. When the halt is called, she stops perfectly in time with those ahead and around her.
Nareisa whispers in a tone that's meant to be inaudible, which means it comes out really REALLY loud into a perfect silence "Doesn't N'all look nice in that?" Whoops. Who sent her to 'sit and listen patiently without fiddling' school?
Fiona nods quickly to Sharia, before turning toward the weyrlings as they enter, a grin spreading across her face as she sees her friends.
Kenla halts, in the left of two straight columns.
Imara stops abruptly, but smoothly, still in position and at attention.
Kayjay halts, standing at perfect attention.
K'laarn strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
K'laarn has left.
F'loran stops on command, standing perfectly still and next to his lifemate, Kesath. Not a muscle moves on either weyrling or dragon.
Nerian murmurs back to Reis "What's stiffer, him or his uniform?"
L'mir finishes his stride then stops, leaving a small space between him and the persons around him. His eyes stay front, but there's a small smile curled on his lips.
K'laarn has arrived.
N'all issues the order to halt with the weyrlings, their facing towards the gathered people, their left shoulders facing towards the Weyrleaders, he issues the command, "Dawnwind Wing, left face!" This will leave the Weyrlings facing the weyrleadership on their platform.
Kayjay pivots to the left.
F'loran turns a crisp, perfect 90 degrees left, boot clapping against the ground after he's finished the maneuver. Perfectly in time with the others.
Kenla turns left toward the platform, in a smooth, crisp spin. After a mere moment of unsteadiness she becomes a statue once more.
Starr does a clean face-about to the platform of weyrleaders. Her face is calm and she stares straight ahead.
Joslyn looks adequately somber, folding her hands behind her back and pitching onto her toes to keep an eye on the performance. She looks impressed but manages to avoid her more customary grin.
L'mir obediently turns to the left, snapping to attention as he stands there, looking now toward the platform. His eyes scan the crowd briefly, then he breaks into a grin as he sees D'fit.
N'all issues the order to halt with the weyrlings, their facing towards the gathered people, their left shoulders facing towards the Weyrleaders, he issues the command, "Dawnwind Wing, left face!" This will leave the Weyrlings facing the weyrleadership on their platform. L'bon shifts on his heel and turns left. Dhanuth looks around himself and then turns, sure not to bowl over anyone with his large brown self, tail and all.
Kayjay pivots to the left and crisply stands at attention.
F'loran turns a crisp, perfect 90 degrees left, boot clapping against the ground after he's finished the maneuver. Perfectly in time with the others. Imara turns swiftly to the left.
L'mir obediently turns to the left, snapping to attention as he stands there, looking now toward the platform. His eyes scan the crowd briefly, then he breaks into a grin as he sees D'fit.
Kinoa stands with the rest of her wing, watching all of this turning and saluting with a smile on her face.
N'all walks past the rank, leaning close to L'mir as he marches past.
Shasta hurries past the masses of weyrfolk turned out to watch the event, headed for the platform with an apologetic look for K'laarn. Sure. Great example for the weyrlings, is this Weyrsecond.
Nareisa whispers just as loudly to some poor unfortunate brownrider "They all did it at the same time. Isn't that clever?"
N'all mutters to L'mir, "... your face."
K'laarn stands somberly beside Telinda, arms crossed in front of his waist, fingers dangling. His boots are freshly polished, his clothes neat and crisp. He looks every inch the model Weyrleader in his attire. Likely, this is Telinda's doing, knowing K'laarn.
Byrlyn watches, standing on her tiptoes, trying to peer through and see what is happening.
The grin fades as N'all passes, L'mir nodding slightly to the weyrlingmaster.
Sharia watches the weyrlings perform their maneuver with a very vaguely impressed expression on her face. Surprising, from one who dislikes riders and Weyrs so much.
Nerian is physically restraining Tinneth at this point, and his eyes are whirling very fast, if she drops her guard at all...
In the northern sky, Ysabeth soars over from the Ocean Weyrs.
In the northern sky, Ysabeth soars to the broad Landing Field below.
Ysabeth has arrived.
N'all marches to the new front of the weyrlings, snaps off a salute to the Weyrleader, then does a crisp about face. He looks at the assembled weyrlings and begins the ceremony, "You came to us as children, most of you scared and frightened."
L'bon stands still, no expression on his face. He blinks from time to time, but otherwise, the only movement is his breathing.
Theida has arrived.
Telinda is standing a little further than normal away from K'laarn, there's a story there, but for tonight she'll be nice, or try. A smile flickers over her face at the weyrlings, watching then turn to face the platform. She, unlike other members of the leadership, is grinning brightly as they all stop at once. As N'all speaks, she stills to watch him.
Marila arches an eyebrow as she recognizes the speech. She doesn't say anything though. She rubs the firelizard's sleeping body as she listens.
Starr remains where she is, eyes on N'all, her face proud and chin held high. She listens with open ears, though her features alter not from the one of strict concentration.
Nareisa actually shuts up as the ceremony begins. Who'd've guessed she knew how?
Kinoa really tries to look appropriately serious as N'all begins his speech, but it's obvious she's in a really good mood and smiling in just reflexive.
D'fit's eyes sparkle with a stifled grin of his own, but nothing more than a polite smile crosses his face throughout the entrance.
N'all continues, "For the past turn and a half I have done everything in my power to train you. My staff has assisted me with their usual excellence. It was not an easy road, it is not meant to be. The tasks before you are just as daunting as the tasks you now leave behind."
F'loran's eyes follow N'all as he speaks, his stoic stature showing his pride, since he cannot summon a smile to do the same, right now.
Joslyn's taken to minor fidgeting now, fussing with unfamiliar ribbons before she realizes that N'all is giving the Speech. She looks up instantly and makes like she never looked away.
Starr stays silent and listening, blue eyes fixed on her weyrlingmaster...
Kenla's eyes face forward, but there's a bit of distance there for a while. When she refocuses, the corners of her mouth twitching in an attempted - yet muffled - smile.
Imara stands still and quiet. Her expression is solemn, but her eyes are bright with pride and excitement.
Byrlyn finally manages to find a spot where she can actually see. Still wobbling on her tiptoes, she watches the weyrlings.
Shasta's heard The Speech on several occasions, now, and this time she reacts no differently than before. Shoulders thrown back, chin high, it's hard to tell if the young brownriders' full of pride or defiance. Though the creeping smile across her face might cause one to lean towards pride. Silently, she watches on.
L'bon 's jaw tightening in reflect and then relaxes again. The only reaction to the speech thus far by the young brown rider. He takes a quick gaze around at all those gathered, and if you are close enough, you might catch a small sigh of restrained pleasure at the large turnout.
Nareisa's cheek is suspiciously wet with a tear. Oh how touching.
Kayjay remains perfectly still, only her expressive eyes telling the story of the pride she feels.
Joslyn looks up and around a few people, leaning forward somewhat to send a noticeable look Shasta's way. There's a quick grin attached to the look, and then she gestures back to the weyrlings with her chin - proud of 'em.
Bryena continues to watch, what she can from her point in the crowd. Though for now she's simply listening, a smile clearly present across her features.
N'all finishes, "I was given a group of children to train. It is my pleasure to announce that I no longer see children before me, but dragonriders, ready to assume their rightful place in the fighting wings of Southern Weyr." He snaps off a salute, "I salute you for your efforts." He drops the salute and turns back to face K'laarn, "Weyrleader, you have given me great responsibility of training these riders. I am pleased to announce the riders assembled here have fulfilled the requirements. I present to you Dawnwind Wing."
Nareisa blows her nose. It sounds like a bugle.
Shasta's eyes catch the motion off to one side, and she glances over in time to see Joslyn's quick grin. Within a second, the brownriders' creeping smile has blossomed, and she indulges in a nod before turning her attention back to the Weyrlingmaster and his charges. Yes, she's proud. It's obvious now.
Fiona bounces a bit, her excitement showing even though she's trying to remain quiet.
Kayjay takes a deep breath and her face shines with pride for her fellow dragonriders.
L'mir's eyes sparkle as he watches the weyrleadership, especially N'all then K'laarn. Not moving a twitch, he waits and listens.
Kinoa is, quite simply, beaming. At all of them.
Starr seems to straighten even more, though she is dwarfed by many of her fellows.
Telinda straightens her shoulders a little, squaring them as she looks down on the weyrlings, her face limned with pride in them all. She grins, catching one of two of them by the eye, and winks, before turning to K'laarn, waiting for his speech.
Marila wipes at her eyes for a quick moment as she smiles at the various weyrlings.
Imara lets a tiny little smile creep onto her face, though she remains at attention.
Nareisa offers her hanky to the brownrider who is also looking misty-eyed. He takes it before going 'ew' and handing it back really quickly.
L'bon nods slightly, accepting the praise according, though by no means earning it alone. That brown standing next to him is what brought him here today, one that he'll share the rest of his life with, making this all possible.
Kenla keeps back the smile some more, but there's a little bit of something shiny glistening in the corner of her eyes. Very slight.
Gildia has left.
F'loran moves a muscle or two - just enough to bring a slight smile to his young face. His eyes still stay fixed on N'all.
D'fit settles his arms across his chest comfortably, his polite smile broadening into something a bit more congratulatory as he watches the proceedings.
Nareisa apparently doesn't notice the brownrider wipe his hands on the back of her shirt. She's paying attention or something.
Nerian knows better than to relax her guard, and Tinneth remains in check.
Someone in the crowd coughs.
Telinda takes the moment where K'laarn's thinking, to look behind the stage, nodding at the small collection of things there. A hand starts to brush through her hair, but she stops herself just in time to save her elaborate hairstyle. Well, for her anyway, anything is elaborate when it's not slammed tight to her head from being in a riding helmet all day.
K'laarn is silent for some time as he studies the presented Weyrlings. He stares over each and every one of them with a stony glower. He paces the platform, arms moving to clasp behind his back as he walks the line of the Weyrlings. When he begins, his voice is loud, resounding through the field. "So.." He says, "You Weyrlings are now ready to be Riders." He stops in the middle of the platform and faces out toward them, surveying them a moment longer. "But do any of you really know what it means to be a dragonrider?"
Starr glances at N’all, then back to K'laarn and frowns a bit. Her head shakes slight in the `no' directions. Though barely noticeable.
The brownrider continues to watch and then gives in, sobbing all over Nareisa "This is so touching! I remember when I graduated! I was such a young un and you would've been just a twinkle in your mother's eye. And the harpers sang, and the cavern girls danced! And I got lucky for my first... er maybe that's not a good story to tell a young girl like you."
L'bon remains silent, looking at the weyrleader.
Nareisa looks mildly panicked at the effusive brownrider. Help?
Not moving a muscle, Kayjay follows K'laarn's movements with her eyes.
Imara turns her attention from the Weyrlingmaster to the Weyrleader. She keeps silent, her smile fading a touch at the question.
Dragon> Ceruth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << My rider thinks this may be a long speech. My rider says you may stand at parade rest (feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind backs). Move as one. >>
Tinneth finds a target close enough that even Neri can't stop him. The brownrider gets warbled as in his ear.
Shilarra has disconnected.
N'all moves to a stance of rest, feet shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind his back.
Kayjay stands at parade rest, her feet at shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind her back, listening attentively.
Starr suddenly moves her feet apart to shoulder width as the others do. Hands move behind her back and her head raises a notch. All of this is done in synch with her entire class.
L'bon relaxes just a touch, his legs clicking apart slightly and swings his arms smoothly behind his back, one hand holding the wrist of the other in grip lightly.
Kenla, with no apparent prompting, lets herself move into a parade rest position along with the others.
Imara follows N'all's movements, standing with her feet slightly apart and her hands behind her back.
Sharia settles in to listen to the Weyrleader's speech, her expression kept carefully neutral now. Every once in a while, she glances over to where a large trunk with the Weavercraft sigal embossed on its lid waits, as if reassuring herself it's still there and hasn't been tampered with.
L'mir follows N'all's lead, moving to a resting position. He's watching and listening, but he does occasionally skim the crowd with his eyes. No smile now, at least not visibly.
F'loran relaxes just a bit, now standing at parade rest. Eyes settled on the Weyrleader as he speaks, now, he switches back to statuesque mode.
Byrlyn gives a little sigh as someone taller and wider moves directly into her line of vision, and gives up, contenting herself with trying to *listen* to the speeches instead of watch.
Breidith warbles softly as she watches.
K'laarn studies the weyrlings gathered, and then finally nods, "At least some of you are willing to admit you don't know one sharding thing about flying thread, and serving Pern, and offering your life up for those we protect." He doesn't smile, "Good. Because riding takes honesty. Honesty, perseverance, and skill. Not to mention, the requisite dragon. All of you have a dragon, but you don't necessarily have the other requirements. I'm not asking you to forget what you learned from N'all. Our Weyrlingmaster is a good man, and he's taught you the basics well, but what he's taught you isn't going to be enough for the real thing. At most, some of you have delivered firestone mid-thread, but that's only a taste of what the future holds for you." He says grimly. "Day in, day out, you will train, until you're too decrepit to do so, if you live that long. Every other day or so, you'll fly thread, doing your best to flame the morass that plagues us, before it gets us, without hurting your fellow riders. Do any of you think you're ready for this yet?"
The brownrider's sobs get louder. Reis looks less and less certain she wants to be his hanky. She smiles rather panicked, and then she *gasp* get's an idea. "I'm pregnant," she says. "And I get awful morning sickness. In fact, I think I'm going to be sick right now."
Dragon> Ceruth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Sound off, as one, "Yes, sir!" >>
Kayjay says "Yes, Sir!""
Joslyn looks at K'laarn, twice. Her brows knit together and she frowns between him and the weyrlings and looks obviously and genuinely perplexed. But she offers no comment, just standing with her hands neatly folded behind her back, watching the proceedings.
Starr says "yes sir"
L'bon stands up straight and bellows out "Yes Sir!" in his deepest tone.
Imara answers, her voice one with the rest, "Yes, sir!"
Kenla remains still, even after the question. Which, of course, is rhetorical. But the look in her eyes is thoughtful. Then all at once, she opens her mouth and says "Yes, sir!" with the others.
Nerian scoots away from Reis, taking Tinneth with her.
K'laarn lifts his hands and pounds one fist into his palm and shouts, "No! Its not all that drilling that will make you ready for Thread, but actually combating it in the air. Only the real thing is going to train you realistically, we can certainly try to hone your instincts with our drills and mock falls, but when it comes down to it, life or death and thread."
L'mir speaks now, for the first time. "Yes, sir!" He's clear, distinct with his answer. Ready.
Telinda frowns too, her's going from K'laarn, shuffle take one step away, and then to Joslyn, then to the weyrlings. "Forget?" she mumbles to the goldrider. "Does that mean everything?"
Kinoa raises an eyebrow at the 'decrepit' part but then looks back over the ranks of weyrlings, awaiting their response.
Kesath's jeweled eyes stay just as fixated as his rider's, on K'laarn as he speaks. F'loran quickly snaps out, "Yes, sir!" along with the rest of the weyrlings.
D'fit catches someone sighing out of the corner of his eye, and motions to Byrlyn, stepping aside slightly to make room. He's shorter than most, after all. It's just a quick gesture, however, for his attention is quickly back on Southern's Weyrleader and the weyrling arrayed before him.
Byrlyn gives the bronzerider a grateful smile, even if he doesn't see it, and slips into the opening provided. Ah...she can see!
Shasta suppresses another grin, as the weyrlings merrily shout out the .wrong. answer to their Weyrleaders' question. The brownrider clasps her hands behind her back, and watches on with at least some semblance of seriousness covering over her amusement.
K'laarn nods his approval at the enthusiasm, "Alright then. You take what N'all taught you, and use it, but don't be bound by it. That's the best advice I can give you before sending you on, into your lives as a dragonrider." Then he turns sharply, and nods to Telinda, leaving the middle of the platform to her.
Nareisa looks relieved as the brownrider jumps away from her as if by reflex, and then looks awfully green. "Er... I think I AM going to be sick." And off she runs, headed straight for that bush. *Whack* Er... try again. She disappears. Zoom.
T'san sidles over toward Nerian. Sotto voce, "Well, they're in for it now."
Lacroix has disconnected.
K'laarn waves a hand as he resumes his place, "Dawnwind! Attention! I order you to disband!" He gestures out over the Weyrling wing.
N'all's face remains stoic as he looks at the weyrleader.
Nerian nods, and murmurs back "Thank Faranth it isn't us. I can't remember how I kept him still for ours -- or *if* I did."
Kenla's eyes shift toward N'all. Not that she doesn't respect the Weyrleader's orders, but she's unused to it. She hesitates a moment before responding.
N'all comes to attention, and turns to face the weyrlings. His voice is quiet, controlled, "You heard him. You are disbanded. You will receive your wing assignments shortly."
F'loran snaps to attention one more time..then just blinks. He nods a touch, as if mentally obeying the command..but otherwise stays at attention. Oddly enough, Kesath just about snaps to attention, too.
N'all moves to the rear of the weyrlings, and again assumes a position of rest.
L'bon stands up tall and then salutes. He scrubs Dhanuth's neck ridge and releases a smile.
Kayjay salutes N'all one last time and then drops to standing at ease.
Telinda takes one long hard look at K'laarn, and turns her back on him, striding down the platform to stand with the Wingleaders and the Master Weaver.
Starr relaxes her shoulders, then turns to N'all. From behind her back appears something wrapped in muslin. With determination she strides towards her former weyrlingmaster. Face still firm and in concentration. "N'all." she says in a bold tone.
Imara stands there for a brief moment, but soon follows orders and steps out of formation.
Ardanth has been remaining still, and isn't exactly moving now. But his eyes are whirling with pride toward his lifemate. /His/ Kenla.
Dragon> Ceruth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << It was our pleasure to train you. >>
L'mir can finally grin all he wants to? Great! The smile he now shows fills his face. "Alright!" he mutters, then moves closer to Brielth.
Marila grins back towards N'all then back to her green.
Jiazith lets out one very loud bugle, lifting her head upwards and letting her voice ring out a little too long.
Dragon> Kesath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Thank you, wondrous Ceruth - we will remember your training forever. >>
Fiona chuckles softly as the weyrlings....no, the new riders all relax.
Dragon> Ardanth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Or at least our riders will. >>
Dragon> Jiazith bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Thank you Ceruth, we will not forget what we have taught >>
Dragon> Breidith bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << My rider says that if you do anything stupid she will not forgive you >>
Joslyn stands scratching her head for a few minutes, looking between K'laarn, Telinda, and N'all several times before she shrugs. Perhaps reflexively, she steps down from the platform after Telinda, glancing Shasta's way with a raised brow - make any sense to you?
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Stupid! no way >>
Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Brielth chuckles. << Thank you, and your rider for everything! >>
Dragon> Yishenth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Thank you for your wonderful training! >>
F'loran smiles at last, finally shuting a smile up at Joslyn. He leans against Kesath, though, and pokes at L'mir. "Congrats, Brother. You graduated, after all." Grin.
T'san smiles aside at Nerian. "Promising him a bath and a nap in the sun, perhaps, but only if he behaved?"
Kayjay carefully removes a small sack from Suriath's straps. She walks towards Starr;
L'mir laughs, glad some of the pressure is off. "Ya, I was wondering there for a while, though." he says to F'loran. "You too, guy."
Starr glances at Marila and nods, slightly, then sets her eyes back on N'all. "N'all..." she tries this again, holding out the muslin wrapped item. "A reminder and a thank you, from all those you have taught this time."
Kenla is standing alone. But not really. She smiles at one classmate and then another, and is clearly feeling the happiness and pride they all share. And of course there's Ardanth in the distance, crooning softly.
Imara heads straight for Yishenth, her eyes bright and watery. She starts at a walk, but breaks into a run halfway there. She leaps up and wraps her arms around her lifemate's neck.
N'all looks down at STarr, his face a vision of control, again, the quiet, clipped voice that is obviously under a lot of control, "Thank you." He takes the item.
Kayjay stands behind Starr, eyes misting over slightly, glancing at the assistant weyrlingmasters assembled.
Sharia turns her attention away from K'laarn and the weyrlings to catch Fiona's eye, giving the Weaver apprentice that little, surreptitious gesture that indicates she should be ready to work very shortly.
Kinoa steps forward, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a small bunch of cords. "I think it's my turn now," she says with a smile, looking over the weyrlings.
Fiona gives a quick nod, beginning to very slowly and quietly make her way toward the front of the crowds, still staying near the sides however.
Starr lets herself smile a bit. "We are the ones thanking you." she replies, then glances at Kayjay and nods.
Caryx continues to watch, keeping silent.
Kinoa pauses as she sees the weyrlings aren't finished with their gifts yet and waits politely
L'bon makes his way towards the group gathered around N'all, he smiles absently.
Kenla has moved near the others giving the gifts to their trainers, still keeping to herself except to show her excitement with a clear smile. She stands up straight and tall, looking her true age.
N'all looks at the carving, and a tear rolls out of his eye, unbidden.
Kayjay walks up to Marila with a shy smile on her face. "I hope that this token of our appreciation will help you remember us." She hands Marila a small velvet pouch.
Byrlyn smiles softly as she watches the gifts being exchanged, shifting her little green hatchling from the crook of one elbow to the other.
Perhaps it's N'all's tear. Or the excitement. But Kenla reaches up and wipes the corners of her own eyes. *Sniff* Lopsided grin.
Imara lets go of Yishenth and hurries back towards her former fellow weyrlings -- now riders -- to watch the gift giving.
Marila blinks startled at Kayjay, and then glances at the rest of the weyrlings. She opens up the pouch and blinks, "Ohhh thank you..."
Starr stands there a moment longer, then smiles a little more. Suddenly she turns to Marila as well, standing beside Kayjay now in support of her doings.
F'loran smiles just a bit at N'all's reaction, walking over toward the Weyrlingmaster and his assistants. He stands at attention one more time, and salutes each and every one of them.
Joslyn, who had just been passing by through the crowd, comes to a dead stop to cock her head toward N'all. "It can't be..." she can be heard to mutter, squinting passed a few people to better eye the fellow.
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Fellow dragons, let us bugle in their honour as well! >>
N'all returns the salute, placing the carving in his pocket carefully, "F'loran, try not to get yourself shot, enh?"
Kayjay smiles softly and steps back.
Nareisa has disconnected.
L'mir also hovers near the trainers, smiling. He watches the gifts being presented, then folds his hands behind his back.
Kesath cranes his neck back, and bugles up at the sky triumphantly.
Suriath raises up on his haunches and bugles in honour of Weyrlingmaster and his assistants.
Kenla blinks, hearing Joslyn behind her. Trying her best to stand on her toes, she attempts to block the weyrwoman's view of N'all. Is it such a surprise she would be protective of the man who helped her this far?
Starr smiles at Marila, then turns to N'all and nods. "Good point." she murmurs, glancing back at her friend, F'loran.
Telinda clears her throat -- that headwoman voice in action again -- "Everyone, LISTEN up!" she shouts up, "that is unless you want to go back to N'all's care again this evening!"
Jiazith lets out a loud bugle! One again....
Yishenth bugles long and loud, her soft voice rising to a rich tone.
F'loran smiles just a touch, and nods as he drops the salute. "I'll do my best, N'all. Thanks.." He stops abruptly, and faces Telinda.
Kinoa grins at Telinda and continues to jiggle those cords in her hands while she waits for everyone to settle down.
N'all instinctively jerks towards Telinda, snapping to.
Dhanuth raises his head up and opens her mouth, releasing a loud, shimmering bugle of triumph, silvery chords blending with other dragon voices in harmonic blending.
N'all blushes slightly then relaxes.
Imara swivels around to look at Telinda.
Kayjay wipes the smile off her face and returns to stand beside Suriath.
Brielth bugles in sync with the rest of the dragons, then lowers his head to glance around him inquisitively.
Starr turns lightning quick to Telinda, standing tall and attentive.
Joslyn ahems and ducks back on her errand, cutting back across toward Telinda at her demand for attention. "I didn't shoot anywhere near him," she mutters, coming up near the Weyrwoman somewhere.
L'bon turns and snaps to attention, looking at Telinda.
Shasta even jumps at Telind'as shout for attention, and pivots to face the Weyrwoman.
D'fit pauses in his efforts to congratulate every single weyrling, instinctively turning to find what the Weyrwoman has to say.
All the dragon bugling wakes up the little green in Byrlyn's arms, and she gives a sleepy creel, adding to the noise for a brief moment before the young woman shh's softly, stroking her back to sleep.
Kenla turns her attention to Telinda.
Kinoa looks over the ranks of weyrlings and begins to call out names, ending with, "...J'rin, Imara, Kenla, Starr." She smiles down at them and says, simply and with evident warmth, "Welcome, riders, to Starflame wing."
Marila slips backwards until she's next to N'all. She grins up at him a touch then glances back towards Kinoa and the other riders.
L'mir ohs then grins at the newly tapped riders. "Congrats!" he calls out, clapping his hands with gusto.
Fiona steps onto the platform quietly as names are announced, making her way to that trunk that Sharia's been watching so carefully, then standing, waiting.
Imara breaks into a large grin as she hears her name called.
Kenla beams. She mouths a "Thank you" to Kinoa, and walks toward her.
Kayjay cheers as she watches.
Starr blinks and turns to grin at Kinoa, her eyes bright. She still doesn't smile, though there is a hint of one. "Thank you Kinoa." she says in a stern voice.
Imara walks over to Kinoa, glancing behind her to make sure Yishenth is following, which she is. She smiles. "Thank you."
Kinoa walks among the weyrlings, replacing the simple knot of a weyrling with the slightly more complicated one of a full rider, along with a Starflame wing patch. "You should all be proud of yourselves," she says, smiling. "I know I am." She has to give Kenla a special little smile as she says this.
Sharia nods her approval to Fiona, still keeping one eye on the Weyrwoman, waiting for her signal to open the trunk.
F'loran smiles over at the newly tapped riders, "Congrats!" he shouts to each, once Kinoa's finished calling out names. He walks over by L'mir again, to await his own sentence - er - assignment.
Telinda nods to Sharia, standing back to one side, "When you've got your new knots and patches, please step up here."
Kayjay cheers once again for the newest members of Starflame.
Starr moves towards Kinoa now, quietly and yet with quickness to her step. When she reaches her she nods, still not allowing herself a big smile.
Sharia inclines her head to the Weyrwoman and moves over to where Fiona stands ready. "Okay, sooner done is sooner back at the Hall," she murmurs to the apprentice as she lifts the heavy skybroom lid of the trunk.
Kenla glances over at her friend and her former Master, curious.
T'rrin has connected.
Imara grins as she receives her new knot and patch, then steps up to where Telinda is.
Telinda smiles, "Master Sharia, this is Imara, Green Yishenth's rider, Starflame wing."
Starr takes her knot and patch, beaming at Kinoa, then turns to follow Imara.
Sharia gives the new greenrider the barest hint of a smile at the introduction, then rummages in the trunk briefly. She comes up with a wrapped package, which she unveils with a little speech. "In token of the Weavercraft Hall's being beholden to your Weyr, we offer you this new gather outfit. Wear it in good health and clear skies." She pulls off the last of the wrappings to reveal:
The close-fitting, sleeveless top hugs Imara's slender shape, fitting against her sleek curves like a second skin. The deep green hue only serves to bring out the sparkle in her emerald eyes, giving her a somewhat mysterious look. In just the right light, threads of purple and teal can be seen to weave their way slyly through the deep green of the fabric, rippling sun-kissed waves in a bottomless sea. A row of tiny buttons run a diagonal course from the high collar around her neck to the left side of the hemline. The skirt is straight, falling to the floor in a cascade of jeweled fabric, the same deep green as the top, without the hint of colour. A long slit runs up each side of the skirt to about mid-thigh, exposing tantalizing glimpses of tanned skin with every step. Peeking out from the hem of the skirt are delicate emerald slippers, their uppers created of the same fabric as Imara's top, with leather soles providing a sturdy shoe for dancing.
Marila sighs softly, "Lovely.."
Telinda's eyes widen in appreciation, "Lovely, absolutely lovely. Next?" She spots Starr, "Master Sharia, may I present Starr, rider of Green Jiazith, Starflame wing."
N'all looks at Marila and grins.
N'all mutters to Marila, "I'm... that trip."
Starr gets a good look at Imara's gift and narrows her eyes slightly, though they shine brightly. She glances at Telinda from where she stands, as directed.
Jayla has arrived.
Starr steps forward and nods to Sharia, glancing at Fiona briefly.
T'rrin stands silently at the edge of the landing field, and smiles slightly as he hears Starr get called up...
Imara smiles at the Weaver as she is introduced. She opens her mouth to say something, but sees the new outfit and stops. She stares for a moment, then finds her voice. "Thank you, ma'am. It's beautiful."
Marila reaches up and places her hand on his arm. She mutters to N'all. She watches him worriedly.
Sharia inclines her head to the next new rider, not bothering to give the same speech over. Instead she just turns and pulls out the correct package from the trunk, giving it to Fiona to unveil. "In good health and clear skies, rider Starr."
Fiona unwraps the package, grinning at Starr.
Lightweight linen dyed the dark green of the deepest forests has been carefully crafted into the sleeveless gather dress that drapes Starr's lithe frame. Clinging gently to the curves of her body from shoulder to waist, the dress flares out at the hips into a short, flirtatious skirt that ends just above her knees, displaying her toned legs to perfection. Simply cut, the garment's only decoration is a row of tiny buttons carved from creamy white shells into tiny stars that run down the front from where the neck dips into a V to the short hem. A pair of braided leather sandals bleached to a pure ivory color adorn her feet, completing the perky gather outfit for this Southern Weyr greenrider.
Kenla smiles appreciatively at Imara's gift.
And Starr's.
D'fit tilts his head slightly to catch better sight of the outfits, though more of his attention seems to be on the weyrlings looking on.
Telinda grins, "Kenla, please step up here?" She turns to Sharia, "May I present, Kenla, Blue Ardanth's rider, Starflame wing."
Starr's eyes go a little wide and there is a glimmer of a smile at the edge of her lips. Glancing up and between both weavers she takes the dress, running the fabric through her fingers. "Thank you..." she managed to say, glancing back up and then down. Moving off to join Imara.
Kayjay whistles softly at Starr's outfit. "Lovely.."
Imara takes a moment to admire Starr's new outfit before she turns her eyes back to her own.
Kenla steps up, and has a grin for Sharia. And another glance toward Fiona and a nod.
Caryx fingers his rather out of date outfit, and looks on wistfully at the new outfits. He hrms softly.
Joslyn has disconnected.
T'rrin smiles slightly as he watches the proceeding, his eyes scan from person to person here...
Sharia nods and is ready very quickly with the next package. "In good health and clear skies, Kenla. Your former crafters miss you." She opens the package and shows off the outfit to the crowd and its new owner.
Shimmering frost coats the outer layer of this magnificent gown, revealing in only scant glimpses the richer tones of jewel, ocean and sky beneath. A neckline cut wide and low to show off slender neck and shoulders gives way to arm-hugging sleeves of the lightest sisal, veins of shining turquoise and topaz running through the pale blue fabric until it comes to a delicate end, leaving only soft hands visible at their terminus. A waterfall cascade, silver and blue shimmerings only hinted at, falls down from her waist, gentle folds giving no lie to the tall woman's slender form, every movement a teasing shimmer of colour, of ice and water and sky, from head to toe.
"Yours is lovely, Imara." she says, tone fairly bland. "Come on, though, we've got to start getting ready." she says, moving through the crowd. Slowly she moves, then finds herself passing T'rrin. A smile that is more mischief than anything crosses her features. Then her face returns to the mostly emotionless mask and she continues off wherever she is going.
Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Jiazith croons << My rider says that when you can, come to the meadow so we can ready what we practiced. >>
N'all nods to Marila, "I'm fine."
Dragon> Suriath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << My rider waits. I will come soon. >>
Dragon> Kesath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << My F'loran says he will once he finds out what wing we've been assigned to. >>
Jiazith lumbers toward the Lakeside Meadow.
Starr strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Suriath ambles toward the Lakeside Meadow.
Marila arches her eyebrows at N'all, "If you are sure then.."
Kenla's eyes are wide. "You... that's amazing. I couldn't even come close to ..." She takes the gown carefully and smiles warmly. "And I miss my craft, but I haven't forgotten..."
Dragon> Brielth bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << L'mir will need to be leaving soon. :( >>
Dragon> Kesath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << OOC BESPEAK: Me, too, actually.. :( >>
K'tor, Stormfall's wingleader steps forward, making his presence 'known'. "Stormfall," He announces in a loud, booming voice, "Is proud to accept its new riders. I call upon T'rrin." He gazes at T'rrin, "L'mir, L'bon, and Jeraria," Each of them is stared at in turn, "Welcome to your new wing, dragonriders."
Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Jiazith OOC NP
Shasta's attention is mostly on those fine outfits the weyrlings are receiving, but her green gaze does wander now and then. She doesn't miss much, this protective elder sister - and N'all and Marila are the recipients of a curious frown, fleeting though it is. Not that she can hear their exchange, but that they're standing together seems to be marked. But it doesn't last for long, as K'tor announces his picks of the Weyrlings, and the brownrider turns Weyrsecond all over again to give a solid nod of approval.
Dragon> Southern Weyrling Wing sense that Ardanth OOCly has got to go very soon. Didn't realize it would be so long. Have poses, too. Darn.
L'mir's chin drops as he hears his name called. "Stormfall! Oh, yeah!" He's clearly happy, big grin showing.
T'rrin steps forward as K'tor calls his name and smiles slightly, "Thank you sir."
Sharia gives Kenla her first true smile of the night, then waits for the next batch of former weyrlings to be presented.
Dragon> Tiarnath bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Send them to me, Ardanth, and I'll puppet you? >>
Kinoa watches each of her new wingriders receive his or her gift with approval, smiling fit to split her face. Even when she hears K'tor's booming voice, she clearly believes she has the best wing and the best riders.
F'loran laughs, and pats L'mir on the back, "Congrats, Brother!"
K'tor nods to each new wingmember as they step forward, and hands them their knot and wingbadge. "Wear them proudly." He orders.
"Congrats!" D'fit calls out, giving up on getting past the crowds and just raising his voice.
L'mir accepts the knot from K'tor with a smile and a polite nod after poking his brother in the side playfully. "Thank you, sir."
Byrlyn eyes the lovely dresses being offered with a smile. "They're so beautiful," she whispers, to noone in particular.
T'rrin accepts the knot quickly replacing his weyrling one with the new one...
Telinda looks to the boys, and gestures them to the stage, "T'rrin, Bluerider of Cyonth, Stormfall wing" she adds, presenting him to the weavers.
L'bon stands up and takes his place with the other called to the Stormfall wing.
T'rrin moves up to Telinda quickly smiling brightly.., "Ma'am."
Fiona watches the riders receive their wing assignments with a pleased smile, her hands clasped behind her back.
Sharia nods a polite greeting to T'rrin after retrieving his package. "In good health and clear skies, rider T'rrin." The contents of the package is shown to be the following:
The cut of T'rrin's gather clothes lends this young man a formal appearance. Laced down to his breastbone is a dress tunic of thin, wheat-colored twill, accenting perfectly the brilliant blue coloration of his lifemate, Cyonth, when the two are together. A circular swatch of material, upon which the silhouette of a blue dragon flying above a Weyr has been sewn, graces the tunic over his heart. Underneath the tunic, a short-sleeve, lightweight linen shirt is tucked into straight-legged trous, which are capped by a skybroom-hued belt of interwoven leather strips. The collar of his shirt has been pulled up and over the neckline of the tunic, displaying a thin band of shiny, skybroom-colored material along its edge, matching the piping that runs along the cuffs of the sleeves. Nut brown ankle boots that lace up the front are buffed to perfection, completing his attire.
Telinda grins at T'rrin gets his new outfit, then turns to L'bon, "L'bon, brownrider to Dhanuth, Stormfall wing!"
Kayjay cheers and whistles, stomping her feet as T'rrin accepts his new knot.
L'bon steps up to stake his place in from of the podium.
Ardanth lumbers toward the Lakeside Meadow.
T'rrin smiles as he looks to the clothing, "Thank you ma'am..." moving off to allow the others up to..
Kenla heads over to join the other weyrl - new riders, accepting a rider's offer of holding her new gown for the time being.
Kenla strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Kayjay tries to get Fiona's attention.
Sharia gets the package with the correct tag and unwraps it, displaying it to L'bon with the standard, "In good health and clear skies."
Boots of supple suede, sienna in hue and brushed to a soft sheen, work their way up from ankle to knee, where the colour abruptly lightens. Pants of rich sisal billow out in stark, silver riddled white. Girded in at the waist by a belt of black overdyed wherhide, a short tunic descends to meet them. From the deep V that reveals the tanned muscularity of his chest, to the bicep-hugging sleeves that end just above the wrist, the warm tones of brown graduate. From rich, tan blending sienna, down to lightest ochre, it is as if a mountainside were split open, its layers revealed in edge-blurring cascade. Rivers of ore slide through the grades sinuously, gold and bronze and silver shimmering in the odd moment.
T'rrin strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Fiona looks over toward Kayjay and grins, looking rather pleased with herself. She gives the other girl a wink.
Cyonth lumbers toward the Lakeside Meadow.
Telinda oohs, "Now that's nice!" she adds in appreciation, and turns to L'mir, "L'mir, Bronze Brielth's rider, Stormfall wing!"
Kayjay sticks out her tongue at Fiona and gives a mock glare.
L'mir walks proudly up to the Craftmaster and Fiona, sending Telinda a grin as he passes her. He stands there quietly, waiting.
Sharia again offers, "In good health and clear skies," as she unveils L'mir's new outfit.
L'mir's deep brown shirt is fitted to his lean form, the garment lacing up the front to end in a rounded neckline even with his collarbones. The upper portions of the sleeves are wide and billowing, but have been gathered at the elbow into a slim-fitting cuff that laces tightly up his forearms to the wrists. Through deep slashes in the fabric of the sleeves peeks a satiny material of deep red, a colour that can sometimes be seen on his bronze Brielth's wingsails as he soars through the sky. His pants are the same dark brown, the bottoms tucked into sturdy wherhide boots, loose enough to withstand the rigours of a toss-dance, but still quite flattering to his wiry form.
Marila reaches up to idly run her finger along her necklace as she watches the weyrlings.
L'bon collects the outfit and makes way for the next.
Cecily stands up to the podium, hands behind her back, legs slightly apart, "I'd like to welcome new riders to Moonsweep." Eyes look around the landing field, "F'loran! Kayjay! C'ley! Please come collect your new knots and wing patches!"
Fiona's smile merely widens at Kayjay's reaction, before she turns back to the trunk, pulling out the next packages for her Craftmaster to hand out.
Kayjay smiles shyly and approaches the front, squeezing her way through the crowd.
L'mir gratefully accepts the outfit, laying it over his arm. "Thank you, very much," he replies, with a grin, then moves to the side.
F'loran smiles widely, and approaches the stage just behind Kayjay. He makes sure the crowd parts for Kayjay, by the way.
Telinda smiles at Sharia and Fiona, "The last, but not the least of our weyrlings. Kayjay, rider of Brown Suriath, Moonsweep wing!"
Kayjay looks at her new knot with a bemused smile on her face, and nods politely, if not a bit overwhelmedly to the weavers. "Ma'am, Fiona."
Kinoa has disconnected.
Sharia thanks Fiona with a smile, then indicates the apprentice should open this one. "Wear it in good health and clear skies, rider Kayjay," she addresses the new brownrider.
Fiona winks at Kayjay once again as she unwraps the gift. "Didn't I say I was sure something could be worked out?" she murmurs as she holds it up so Kayjay can see.
Deep burgundy sisal drapes Kayjay's frame elegantly, giving her a strikingly mature appearance. Her gown is fitted closely in bodice and waist, both accenting and accentuating the blossoming of womanly curves as the neckline dips gently down into a V a handspan below her collarbones. The gown's loose sleeves end just at her elbows, revealing forearms that have become delicately muscled from the past few turns of becoming a full-fledged dragonrider. Flaring out from her waist into full skirts that terminate just below her knees, the gown is trimmed with silver embroidery in an interlocking diamond pattern around the bottom hem. An embroidered pair of leather-soled dancing slippers complete the outfit, gracing her feet in burgundy and silver hued magnificence.
K'laarn watches proudly as the Weyrlings go forward to receive their knots. He nods his head, pleasantly pleased.
Kayjay blushes, and smiles, gathering the gown in her arms carefully. "Thank you.."
Marila nibbles on her finger nail as she watches. Her eyebrows arch at Kayjay's gown, "Amazing."
Nerian mmmmms.
Telinda grins, "F'loran, brown Kesath's rider, Moonsweep wing!"
Kayjay walks off the platform, staring alternately at her knot and her gown and slippers.
N'all mumbles something about KJ wearing that too close to K'tor.
Kayjay blushes and lifts her head to N'all."I am well protected on that front."
Kayjay strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Byrlyn watches the new riders eyeing their new finery and grins, although her gaze begins to sweep the crowd a bit, as if looking for someone.
L'mir grins as he watches his brother go to receive his patch. "Moonsweep! Alright!"
Sharia accepts the next package from Fiona and opens it for display to F'loran. "In good health and clear skies, brownrider." The outfit displayed is:
A mahogany-hued vest and pants, their shade reminiscent of his lifemate's coloring, fit snugly on F'loran's slender form, emphasizing the muscles he has built up in the time since he Impressed Kesath. The front panels of the vest are strikingly embroidered with coloured threads in reds, ivories and blacks, intricately meandering in no discernible pattern. The loose shirt he wears beneath the vest is a crisp, clean ivory, the tie at the throat worn casually open, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A pair of mahogany wherhide boots rise up to just below his knee, ending in a turned-over cuff that displays their ivory lining.
You walk toward the Lakeside Meadow.
Lakeside Meadow(#332RJ$)
Yishenth ambles across from the Landing Field.
Starr whirls again, a frown creasing her brow. It laxes when she sees T'rrin, but not by much. "Oh...yes...I knew I would graduate. But thank you anyway." she moves to turn back, thinks a moment and turns back. "Congratulations to you too, T'rrin." she says, acting a little funny isn't she?
Kayjay watches Starr carefully and walks swiftly to Suriath, comforting him.
Imara is still grinning from ear to ear as she walks into the meadow with Yishenth.
T'rrin nods and steps back slightly, "Thank you Starr...I wasn't so sure for a while there....." looking down a bit..
Suriath wuffles Kayjay softly.
Kayjay hugs herself and says to no-one in particular. "We are -dragonriders-!"
Starr shrugs a shoulder indifferently and turns back to scritching Jiazith. "I was." she says plainly. "I was sure about every one of /us/." she stresses the one word, then leans in to plant a kiss of Jiazith. Hearing the brown whuffle again she turns with a frown, about to say something. Then she notices Kayjay and blinks a moment. Staring awhile, then shrugging and nodding at her comment. "Yes. We are." she agrees, stiffening slightly. Her left cheek twitches.
Imara nods at Kayjay. "Yes. I'd say finally, but now that I think about it, the time went by really fast."
Kayjay scritches Suriath and continues to watch Starr quietly. She nods to Imara. "I didn't think I would make it after almost breaking my nose the first time I rode Suriath."
T'rrin sighs softly and turns walking slowly over to Cyonth reaching up to scritch him lightly...
Starr snorts and finally turns to lean on Jiazith. "What does breaking your nose have to do with it? You just get back on and try again." she says, reaching up to pull the pins out of her hair. "Damn these things! keep poking me tonight." she says with a snarl, shoving them into a pocket. Then a hand goes up to run through her hair, the curly tressles falling down and loose. "Much better..."
Imara nods, her expression thoughtful. "There were many times when, for just a moment, I thought I might never get to this point." She looks up at Yishenth and smiles. "But then I thought about the day Yish came into my life, and I was certain I could do it."
T'rrin says softly, "I wasn't sure If I would make it after N'all pulled me from training for that bit......" not looking over to any of you..
Kayjay giggles as Suriath wuffles her yet again. She beams a Imara. "They sure know how to encourage us when things go rough." She glances over at T'rrin. "I had no doubt you would make it."
Kayjay leaves Suriath for a moment and walks quietly near Starr. She asks, hesitantly, "Is everything alright?"
Starr rolls her eyes and then plucks gloves and cap from her belt. "Well, we should get assembled. They'll want us any moment now." she says, shoving her cap on. When Kayjay inquires she frowns at her. "Of course everything is allright, I just want to get this all over with. Jiazith is irritated by all the others and it's getting to me ok?" she snaps at the brownrider, eyes practically blazing. "Now, let's mount." she barks, turning to swing up on her lifemate. Friendly isn't she?
Starr has left.
From Atop Jiazith, Starr has arrived.
Kayjay bites her lip and just shake her head
Kayjay hauls herself up onto Suriath with the help of a proffered foreleg, settling herself between the Sunrazed Savannah Brown's neckridges.
Kayjay has left.
Atop Suriath, Kayjay buckles herself securely into Suriath's flying straps.
Imara blinks in Starr's direction, but shrugs and turns to mount Yishenth.
Yishenth(#700Oaes$)
Using the foreleg that Yishenth has offered as a step, you swing up onto the green with ease.
T'rrin climbs up onto Cyonth's back.
T'rrin has left.
You buckle yourself securely into place.
Atop Suriath, Kayjay looks towards Starr with eyes full of hurt, then turns back to concentrate on Suriath. "Just like we practiced big boy."
Jiazith shifts slightly as Starr buckles herself in. "Behave!" Starr snaps from her back. "When I'm mounted, you stop fidgeting. I don't care if they irritate you, ok?" she says to her lifemate.
Imara checks her gear and gives Yishenth's straps a hard tug.
From Atop Jiazith, Starr checks everything three times, then sits back and waits. She glares at the horizon, where everything is taking place. "Come on..." she growls, strumming her fingers.
Mounted on Cyonth, T'rrin shifts slowly on Cyonth back a bit nervously... he glances over towards Starr slowly silently..
Dragon> Jiazith bespoke Southern Weyrling Wing with << Lets go >>
Jiazith flies toward the open sky above.
In the southern sky, Jiazith soars over from the Lakeside Meadow below.
Suriath flies toward the open sky above.
In the southern sky, Suriath soars over from the Lakeside Meadow below.
You fly toward the open sky above.
Southern Sky
Cyonth soars over from the Lakeside Meadow below.
Jiazith flies toward the sky further north.
In the northern sky, Tiarnath flies over from the Weyr Cove Beach.
In the northern sky, Tiarnath banks around watching the little ones
Suriath soars to the sky further north.
You fly toward the sky further north.
Northern Sky(#160RJaes$)
In the southern sky, Cyonth flies toward the sky further north.
Cyonth soars over from the southern sky.
The aerial display begins with a loud call. Across the bowl the voices of all the dragons from the class ring out. Suddenly you see them, appearing in a big diamond formation overhead. For a moment they hover, then suddenly the points dive low and switch positions. A domino effect begins, with the weyrlings diving and trading places.
Arriving out of *Between* at the same instant as the others, Ardanth hovers long enough for one to take a breath. Then, two-by-two pairs on opposite sides of the formation dip, the greens, then the blues. Ardanth drops a wing carefully, and in a practiced maneuver, swoops down and back up to trade places with another blue.
Cyonth appears from between perfectly in formation hovering there form a moment before diving in unison with the other dragons reversing his position on the diamond.
Jiazith waits a moment, before she lets herself dive downwards. Carefully she switches places with her opposite. Swinging up and back into place easily and resuming her hover.
Suriath with Kayjay on his back, dips a wing, and drops downward in a swoop toward his partner's former spot. The two dragons seem to nearly touch wings as they pass, and yet neither one is fouled, neither one falters.
Yishenth emerges from the cold of between, settled between the Tropically Iridescent Green neckridges is Imara. Yishenth hangs there in her place until the formation begins to switch spots. When her turn finally comes, she smoothly glides toward her new position.
When the trading is complete the weyrlings spread out. Soon they become a large circle instead of a diamond. After a moment it is a double width circle, one dragon hovering a length above the other. After a moment the dragons beginning to fly in a circle. One layer going one way, while the others fly opposite. When they are all exchanged they blossom outwards to reform.
Aranth and the green next to him start flying the circle, the dragons close behind each other. The dragons in the circle below are just winglengths away, but the blue makes a competent arc around until the circle is complete and the wing expands to form the larger circle.
Cyonth spreads out into the circular formation with practiced ease he circles around the opposite direction on cue blossoming outwards before reforming with the group.
Jiazith moves herself into the larger circle with ease, carefully spacing herself. When the circle begins it's movement, she follows in synch. Matching her wings to those around her so distance is maintained. As the circle's spinning speed picks up, she keeps pace.
Kayjay twists her hand in the web of straps that secures her to Suriath, unseen from the ground, and squeezes his neck a little with her knees. Not necessary, but habit. Suriath follows closely behind the dragon in front of him, banking smoothly and dropping back into formation.
Yishenth soars outwards when the trading maneuver is finished, stopping when she reaches her spot in the circle. She hovers there until the single circle becomes two, at which time she drops into place in the lower one. As the other dragons start to fly in the circle, she follows right on cue.
Overhead the weyrling class assembles in a huge circle overhead. A group of 10, however, stays apart. These form a diamond formation and hove, waiting for the circle to form. After a moment, the diamond formation begins to dive through the circle, from a great height. As they do so, the circle begins to flicker in a pattern. The formation dives through the circle and explodes outwards, looping back to reform.
One moment he is with the others, and then Ardanth rises slightly with nine others, moving to take a place on one of the rear faces of a diamond shape that first dives through a larger circle of dragons, flickers, and then explodes as all 10 quickly return to form a solid ring of green, blue, brown and bronze.
Cyonth moves quickly into his position with the group of 10 that stays apart in the circular formation holding for the others.
Jiazith finds herself at the end point position in the diamond. Carefully she maintains position, her smaller size allowing her to keep up with those ahead. When the diving begins, she follows almost effortlessly.
Suriath drops his wings to fall through the circle, wings extend to gain height as he threads the formation neatly. He bugles triumphantly as he soars through, in perfect unison with the others in the diamond.
Yishenth sweeps into position in the diamond formation, waiting until the large circle is completed. As soon as it is time, she dives with the others, remaining in the precise arrangement. Imara ducks down, letting the wind rush past her as she and her lifemate plunge through the air.
This time the class assembles into a complex pattern. The blues and greens separated from the browns and bronzes. As they finally finish their task, all can see they form the Southern Weyr's Emblem. The blues are mingled with the lighter greens to form a light, aqua mix. Then a solid green group is made obvious, separated from the others by a band of browns. The bronzes, what there are, are put on the perimeter of the complete image. Here their metallic glimmer give the whole display completion.
Ardanth moves with the other blues and joins with the greens, swinging around to a position as the class of dragons forms a shape in the sky. He lets out a bugle as others do, and hovers in position. Atop the blue, Kenla's smile is wide enough to almost be visible on the ground.
Cyonth forms up with the other blues of his class and bugles as well hovering in position....
Jiazith places herself into the carefully spaced formation, hovering with great precision. Her wingstip are only a few yards from the dragons next to her. So she remains careful of the winds which could blow her into the rider next to her.
Suriath climbs high into the sky easily allowing the wind to completely fill his wings to lift him up. Just as quickly though he folds his wings and angles downwards. Mere seconds behind the brown before him he swoops down, taking his position within the tight band of browns, crooning softly to the greens that he protects.
Yishenth sails around into the new formation the moment she makes her way out of the circle. She forms up with the blues and lighter greens in the aqua colored section. There she lingers, hovering with the remainder of the former weyrlings. Imara sits proudly atop her green lifemate, her joy obvious even from this height.
Suriath bugles once again, as Kayjay whoops in unison with him.
Jiazith opens her maw and lets forth a mighty bugle. It rings long and true, matched with the calls of the others. As the loud call fades away, she falls away from the formation, as the others do as well.
Yishenth lets out a triumphant bugle, her sweet soprano mingling with the voices of the other dragons. Her wings spread wide and she begins a spiraling descent.
Suriath smoothly banks down away from the others, spiraling down towards the landing field.
Cyonth bugles loudly as well as he begins his spiral descent his wings wide...
Ardanth's rumble escalates slowly, but surely, into a tremendous bugle, causing his rider to clamps hands onto ears. He furls his wings a little, and glides down to the landing field below.
Jiazith flies toward the broad Landing Field below.
Suriath flies toward the broad Landing Field below.
You soar to the broad Landing Field below.
Landing Field(#33RDJ$)
D'fit excuses himself with a quick nod and jogs off.
In the northern sky, Cyonth flies toward the broad Landing Field below.
Cyonth flies over from the sky above..
From Atop Jiazith, Starr has left.
Starr has arrived.
You dismount with practiced ease, using Yishenth's forleg as a step.
Landing Field(#33RDJ$)
Low on the horizon, Belior's crescent rises in solitude in the chilly winter skies. Carenath's Tail gleams faintly yellow among the stars of Faranth's Clutch. Below in the sky fainter lights gleam like distant dragonseyes.
Starr dismounts looking smugly pleased with herself, she moves around to scritch Jiazith and murmur affections to her lifemate.
Atop Suriath, Kayjay unbuckles herself from Suriath's flying straps, allowing her to dismount.
Atop Suriath, Kayjay giggles and slaps Suriath affectionately on his neck.
Kayjay jumps down off of Suriath, landing smoothly as her lifemate croons.
Imara quickly unbuckles herself and dismounts, yanking off her helmet.
T'rrin climbs down from Cyonth's back.
Kayjay shakes her head, running her fingers through her hair.
Fiona slips back into the crowds, with a rather stunned and happy expression on her face. She watches the new riders dismount.
Telinda applauds, "Very well done!" she calls out, "Well done! I believe there's wine and food in the Weyrhall? Maybe dancing too."
Starr removes her riding cap, her long hair free to move about unpinned. She stays by Jiazith, for now, then turns to K'laarn and snaps a salute. Just a little something formal, for the weyrleader's benefit.
T'rrin slips down off of Cyonth's back and salutes K'laarn as well.
Imara turns around as Yishenth lowers her head, and she wraps her arms tightly, but gently, around the green. When she finally lets go, she pivots back around and salutes K'laarn.
Kayjay salutes K'laarn as well and then runs to give her fellow dragonriders a hug.
N'all grins, "Well done, I'm impressed." He looks over towards K'laarn, then back to the weyrlings, "Perhaps I did better than some people thought. If you can keep that level of skill in Fall, and your wits about you, you should have long lives."
Starr turns to N'all, looking quite proud at his compliment. Still, though, she doesn't smile. "Thank you N'all." she says.
N'all frowns, "Too bad I can't ground you for not doing your normal drills anymore." It's one of those faux-frowns.
Kayjay blushes slightly but keeps an even gaze. "Thank you."
Now that the crowds have started to disperse to the weyrhall, Byrlyn starts to look around again. She spots who she appears to be searching for, takes a short breath, and then bends down to pick up her sack, a bit awkward since she's still cradling that tiny green in the crook of one elbow.
K'laarn returns Starr's salute smartly and then says proudly, "Well done, Well done all of you!" He says with approval.
Starr lets a slight smirk drift to her lips at the comment. "I'm sure that you'll learn to live with it." she teases back.
Fiona lingers near the fringes of the crowd, waiting till her friends are done, not wanting to interrupt them yet.
Imara brings a hand to her face as her mouth opens in a large yawn. "Hmm. I think the best thing for me and Yish is to a good night's rest now."
Kayjay strides over to the Lakeside Meadow.
Suriath ambles toward the Lakeside Meadow.
N'all grins at Starr.
Starr allows herself a small pleased smile, though her eyes dance more merrily. Then she glances about the field, lips pursed in thought. "Food...food would be good..." she finally seems to recollect. Then glances at N'all again. "Thank you...one more time." she says, holding out her hand. Not formal, but in a friendly manner. She's obviously not sure whether a hug would be appropriate.
Imara waves and leads Yishenth toward the northern weyrs.
N'all shakes the hand, then pulls Starr into a companionable hug, "You're welcome."
Contents:
Kayjay
Cyonth
T'rrin
Suriath
Starr
Jiazith(#300OVaep$)
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Landing Field Hatching Grounds White Sands Beach Feeding Grounds Weyrling Barracks Southern Weyrs STables Coastal Road
Yishenth has arrived.
Everything on the ground seems to get smaller as you sit between green Yishenth's neckridges. Because you are so high up, you have a wonderful view of the surrounding area. The dragon herself appears much larger than she did from afar.
Around Yishenth's neck are well-oiled, supple leather riding straps. They are very simple, but obviously made with extreme care. The leather appears to be new, as well as the strong stitching, and the suede padding is soft.
Contents:
Suriath
Jiazith(#300OVaep$)
Obvious exits:
Northern Airspace Sky over the Clearing Southern Hold Airspace
Contents:
Suriath
Tiarnath
Jiazith(#300OVaep$)
Obvious exits:
Southern Airspace
Muinyth has left.
Luiseth has left.
Brielth has left.
Dhanuth has left.
Tizonth has left.
Breidith has left.
People: Imara Starr Fiona K'laarn
T'san N'all Nerian Byrlyn
Telinda
Dragons: Cyonth Yishenth Suriath Jiazith
Kesath Tinneth Ceruth
Obvious exits:
Courtyard Lakeside Meadow Council Room Northern Weyrs Western Weyrs Southwestern Weyrs
Kayjay has arrived.
T'rrin has arrived.