Weyrling Lesson 3 - Panic! Lykath's first clutch

[Megami]

Today B’aral was very nervous. The Weyrling Master had convinced Theo and Lykath to come and talk about the importance of being a rider, and of severing all ties to other things. B’aral had no idea how it was going to go, or even if Theo was going to show up. She was just so busy with paperwork, –kissing C’rin (One rumor B’aral had heard)- paperwork, -being strangled by C’rin (Other rumor B’aral had heard)- and more paperwork.

Theo, who was very proud of herself for remembering to show up, beamed at all of the LITTLE PEOPLE, as she sometimes randomly thought of everyone but herself.

This, children, is Theo on cookies.

If you have ever wondered why the cookie jar at the Weyr is under lock and key, Theo is why.

She was constantly sneaking into the Kitchens to steal the cookies. After every cookie-eating episode, she completely and totally lost her mind. For a while. And then tried to eat more cookies.

"Hello, squishy-kins!" she cried. The meaning of this was not quite apparent.
"Um... Hi! I didn't write anything down for THE BIG SPEECH, so I'm making all of this up as I go along! But if you don't pay attention, I'll gut you and use your innards as fertilizer!" This was said extremely cheerfully.

"Anyway! Congratulations! You are all now rider-thingies! Well, not quite. 'Cause you haven't graduated yet. But you're ALMOST rider-thingies. Basically, what this means is that for the rest of your lives you're going to have a LOT of paperwork to do!" She beamed at them again.
"Isn't that great? Anyway..." She paused, because she had spotted Purplath. "THAT ONE'S MY FAVORITE!" she screeched, launching herself at the Black and halting about half an inch away from completely glompattacking him.

After a moment, the brief attack of worsened insanity subsided, and she skipped back to her place. Lykath was banging her head against a rock.
Which looked weird.
But anyway.

"Um... You guys have to keep your dragons healthy. And Lykath says don't make them eat wherries. But that's just 'cause Lykath hates wherries. I'm sure your dragonets will all like them, though! And if your dragonets aren't healthy, they'll die, or get sick, and a lovely side-effect of being bonded is that every time your dragon bumps, scratches, or hurts herself, you feel the same pain, except intensified by the link!"

At this point, it was obvious that she was wincing slightly every time Lykath banged her head. It didn't hurt the dragon herself, but any slight amount of impact felt like pain to her bonded. Only a little bit, but enough for the thought to bother her.

"So if your dragonet's hungry, you'll feel like you haven't eaten in three weeks! So, obviously, it's much better to take good care of Yours. RIGHT, LYKATH? LYKATH? LYYYYYYYYYYKATH!"

Lykath nudged Hers so hard that the Weyrwoman flew two feet away and fell over.
"ANYWAY!" Theo yelled, getting to her feet again.
"So.. um... yeah! What else was I supposed to say?"
She looked curiously at B'aral, then remembered.

"Oh, right! All dragons are important... ESPECIALLY THAT ONE!" She was suddenly pointing at Misoriath, who had been singled out because she was shiny and small. "I LIKE HER! Anyway." Theo was now staring at the sky.

Okay, who had let her in the cookie jar?
THIS WAS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN THEO ATE COOKIES!
Bad Theo! Bad!
Anyway.
"Okay, that's all... Bye-bye!" She waved and ran away.
Straight for the cookies.
No, Mine! Noooooo! Lykath screeched, so forcefully that it was audible to everyone.
No more cookies!

B’aral stared after Theo as she ran off. One of the Weyrling Master’s eyes was twitching ever so slightly. After a few seconds, he coughed, and looked back at his charges.
“Well, okay. That, everyone, was the Weyrwoman.” There was a very large pause.
“We’re all doomed. Theo got the cookies. WHO LET HER HAVE COOKIES!?” This was bellowed to the entire Weyrbowl in the hopes that someone would fess up, and B’aral could set K’lee on them.

“So, this lesson is flying! Fun, huh? So, we’re all going to go up to the ledge where we the other day and try and make it to the other side of the Weyrbowl! If you can’t do it, just stop and glide down and get back in line to try again.”

B’aral wasn’t about to let anyone go until the dragons could actually fly.

“And then you can go and clean your dragon and then feed them and oil them! And… stuff…” The list was consulted. It seemed to have grown another three feet in just a short period of time.
“Well! It looks like everyone has been doing splendidly on their chores, which of course means that I really have no clue at this point, because Theo has been locked in her room… eating cookies, as I now know. But, be warned! I shall find out –somehow- if you are not doing them!”

Complete:[/i][/u]


Blue Salaronth to Jeise... yeah…. – COMPLETE
Bone Baynath to L'ros - COMPLETE
Bone Justith to K'fe – COMPLETE
Winter Blizzarth to T'ri – COMPLETE
Gem Misoriath to Kayla – COMPLETE
Black Purplath to F'sal – COMPLETE
Spector Marinoth to K'rion – COMPLETE
Green Saristh to Perdido – COMPLETE - EXEMPT
Violet Laynath to Kindre – COMPLETE
Rain Lilith to Z'them – COMPLETE
Storm Adath to Raiden – COMPLETE
Bloodrose Dusth to Pandra - COMPLETE
Coral Reath to Luciana - COMPLETE

[senchou]

Baynath puffed up his chest whenever Theo mentioned favorites, only to look quite upset when he wasn't the favorite. However, being able to fly today more than made up for that. He made sure to be first in line, flying in loops and twirls and dives, testing his wings, before finally landing in the Weyrbowl. Bet I'm the Weyrwoman's favorite now, he told L'ros happily.

"Of course you are, Baynath. Why do you have to be the best all the time? You're already the best dragon to me. Do you really need more than that?"

I just wanna prove it to everyone else. You already know, because you're smart like that. I wouldn't pick a stupid ridermine.

Then bathtime, and oil, and food. As always.

[Nai-ru]

((o.0 Ami, why didn't you have me update Theo's announcement? It would have been so fun to have her be all hormonal... T-T

And that one doesn't fit. ><;;

Ah, well...))

[Megami]

((Because I just wanted to get it up.))

[Jeni]

Weyrwoman on cookies....
That had been an experience.
Z'them had heard the rumors, but this was the first time witnessing it first hand.
Now he knew why they kept the lock on the cookie jar. Though he heard there were a few keys to it circulating around. Which would explain how she even got them in the first place.
Anyway, the rest of the lesson went by without any more "what the hell?!" moments, flying, feeding, bathing, oiling. Done.

[Fia]

K'rion...was...terrified.

And concerned.

He hadn't known...

That the cookies...

Would do THIS to her...

Marinoth had insisted...

The Weyrwoman had asked...

He would NEVER share his cookies with Theo again.

No matter how sorry he felt for her.

And he certainly wasn't telling where she had gotten the cookies.

K'rionmine did! I made him do it! I wanted to help the nice Weyrwoman!

"MARINOTH!"

What?

I REALLY hope Slornth doesn't tell B'aral.

Anyway.

Marinoth launched himself, imitated the Bone, and looked cheerfully at him. I did it too! We are EQUAL, brother Baynath!

Uh oh.

[tonks]

0_0 <--- This is Kindre's face.
o.O <--- This is Laynath's face.
And now they both have a deeply rooted fear of cookies. And maybe even a partial fear of the Weyrwoman on cookies.
x3 <--- This was both of their face's when they saw that Laynath was going to be able to finally go cliffdiving. It then proceeded without a hitch, despite the slight regret that Kindre felt about not being able to accompany Laynath for the first time.
It's alright Mine, there's no way that I won't want to do this again.

[eclipse]

Luciana and Reath stared at each, obvioulsy both confused and deeply weired out by the Weyrwoman's behavior. Note to self, Luciana thought, Never come with in 100 feet of the werywoman if she's anywhere near cookies. They were much happier when they heard the dragonets would get to fly.

Reath made it, though the trip and her landing still belied the diginity she showed while walking. Oh well. She'd get it down to an art. Eventually. After, there was the usual rotinue of bathing, feeding, oilling.