Weyrling Lesson 1 - Panic! Lykath's first clutch

[Megami]

Weyrling lessons!
Fun!
Well, no, not really.
It was a lot of hard work, as B’aral was finding out –again-. Slornth wasn’t a lot of help, as the brown didn’t have a large memory. It was the reason that dragons had riders. Although there was no thread, some things still needed to be taught to the Weyrling.

Now it was time, and all the preparations that B’aral had done were coming together. The heardbeasts had been slaughtered and assembled. The knives were ranged along the table, and the pots of oil and paddles were on the slightly smaller table, which had been pushed to the side.

B’aral started scribbling a few more notes. Ever since the Weyrwoman had come and told B’aral that M’ranil had been killed in the battle –this had seriously disturbed B’aral, who had been incredibly fond of the man- and how, and that he –B’aral- would be the replacement, B’aral had been carrying a huge sheaf of skin with him to scribble down ideas of what he was going to do. He wasn’t incredibly literate, so this took a while.

Slornth was lying behind him, and both the rider and dragon were waiting for the Weyrlings to assemble before they began. B’aral was afraid he would forget something, but he’d writing absolutely every thing down. He had started pacing back and forth, much to the annoyance of his dragon. They were starting to come.

Once everyone was there, B’aral started his prepared speech.
After he found it on the skin, B’aral stared.
“Yo! Weyrlings! Yes, that means both the dragon and the rider. Welcome to the first of about seven Weyrling lessons. I am the new Weyrling Mater, B’aral. That is my dragon, brown Slornth.”

He looked over them, one eyebrow raised. He was a kind man, but if he got any lip from any of them….
Well, they’d find their morning –and evening- klah very spicy….

“We will be your teacher, and your guardian. First, we need to lay down some of the base ruled. One. No relationships between riders. This can be very damaging to your dragon. Two. Do not attempt to fly until you have been given express permission from ME, and me only.”

They had better be paying attention. These rules were not set down for the Weyrling to ignore or just for fun. Ever single one of the rules were meant for the safety of the newly bondeds.

“Three. No betweening until you have graduated. If any one of you breaks this rule…” Yes this was a threat, and yes, it was from B’aral. If B’aral was making threats, this was serious.
“Four. Listen to all instructions from me, and obey at once. If you are not in the Weyrling lessons, then listen to any instructions given to you by all riders! They may be important!” B’aral had not stopped pacing until now, but as he finished with the rules, he finished with the movement.

“Now that I have officially chewed you out for what you might have done,” He said, his sunny side eclipsing his serious side, “It’s time to actually start the lessons!” His smile grew larger, and he held up his hands.

“Any questions? No? Good.” B’aral hadn’t given them time to raise their hands, or even speak, but as soon as he was finished, they could ask any questions before they began.
“Well, as you can see, these are the slaughtered heardbeasts that I have prepared. I killed them for you this time, but next time I shall not. Your dragonets are probably hungry. All they have had to eat in their entire lives out of the shell is the small amount of meat you gave them at the hatching. I say probably, because when I did this, Slornth wasn’t. Slornth. Is. Not. Normal.” Important fact.

“Everyone see the knives? Well, I want every single one of you to come and pick up a knife when I say so, and then go and grab a heardbeast. You must skin it, and chop it up into small slivers that your dragon can handle, and feed it to them. Stop when they tell you they are full. If you are ‘grossed-out’ by blood or raw meat, then remember this: if you do not feed your dragonet, they shall die. When they die, most likely, you will die too.”

“So, when you have finished feeding your dragonet, they shall become sleepy and happy. Before you take them off to sleep, however, you must oil them. If you do not oil and then clean and wash your dragonet, their hide shall be cracked and disfigured. When you finally learn to transfer between, these disfigurations in their hide shall crack open, and your dragonet will either die right away, and you both will be lost between, or the wounds shall become infected, and you will die later.”

“The oil pots are here. Pick up one and a paddle, although you do not have to use the paddle, I highly suggest it, because the oil is very sticky and nasty. Oil up your dragonet, because they will grow when they sleep. Show me what you have done, and I will dismiss you as I see fit.”

B’aral nodded happily, and rolled up the scroll as he looked around at all the new riders.
“Anyone have any questions now? If not, they you may begin! If so, come and talk to me. Off you go!”

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

[Nai-ru]

Uh... Rai and Kayla did it. Kayla complained; Rai didn't.
The end.
'Cause I'm the Weyrwoman, and I say so.
Shut up.

[Megami]

K'fe and Justith -Who had bandaged wings- did it as well. K'fe was careful not to hurt Justith, who seemed to have forgotten what had happened.

Purplath was spazzing about how much fun everythingw as, and oh, isn't that shiny? And isn't that pretty, and oh, look over there! F'ysal was having trouble keeping up, but he managed it eventually.

Pandra and Dusth has a good time, although Panni did manage to spill the oil on herself. K'fe panicked, and rushed over, but Justith tripped him up.

[eclipse]

Luciana took no issue with cutting and handling the raw meat; she'd done it many times before, back when she'd lived in the hold. After feeding Reath, She had a bit of trouble with oilling her; she spilled a bit on her legs and feet. Other then that, everything went smoothly.

[senchou]

As would be expected, L'ros listened to all B'aral's instructions intently while Baynath was busy taunting the other dragons about how he'd eat more meat, and get more oil than any of them. The bone did not stop eating until he was almost bursting, and made L'ros cover him with so much oil that Baynath tripped when he tried to walk, and slid several feet into a wall.

L'ros immediately ran after his dragonet, carefully checking for any bruises or injuries before allowing Baynath to resume taunting the other Weyrlings.

[Jeni]

Z'them and Lilith did the lesson.
Quite easy, no complaining, everything was just dandy with them.
Lilith loved the oiling and asked if it made her look shiny.
Yes, it did, she looked very nice.
And Jeni is too tired and doesn't want to type/think anymore with this lesson so the end.
Ta da!

[blacklight]

J'din - as he was still insisting on referring to himself, even if his dragonet did not - stared blankly at B'aral. What a...fascinating man. Not really. Well, maybe a little. He looked nice enough, but didn't seem the type to hesitate when pranking a few of his students.
He wasn't going to give him a reason to do anything to his food, as he rather liked what he ate. The way it was. No additives, thank you very much.
Baynath! Oh, oh, Baynath! You aren't hurt are you?[/color] Salaronth started moving his way when the bone slid into the wall, but his rider quickly tugged him back and distracted him with food and oil. The Blue did occasionally look over at his bestest best friend ever just to be sure he wasn't hurt.

[senchou]

I'm fine, Salaronth. Did you actually think that stupid wall could hurt me? You, maybe, if you hit it, but definitely not me.

L'ros was caught between laughing and sighing at his dragonet's antics. It was very obvious Baynath was feeling the hit, even if there weren't any bruises. The stubborn little Bone just wouldn't admit it.

[blacklight]

Oh, I am so glad you are stronger than the wall![/color] the Blue enthused, running off and leaving 'Jaisemine' with an oily rag. The man rolled his eyes and followed after his dragon, lifting his gaze to L'ros. "Hello again."

I would have certainly gotten a big, nasty lump on my head if I'd run into the wall. Oh, Baynath, you are so much stronger than I am![/color] Apparently the Blue couldn't say the Bone's name without preceeding or following it with an 'Oh!'

[senchou]

L'ros smiled sympathetically. It seemed the two of them would be seeing each other quite a lot, as Salaronth appeared to be the first member of Baynath's fan club.

Of course I'm stronger than you. I'm a Bone, and you're just a blue. But you're pretty strong as far as Blues go. Baynath replied. He had no problems complimenting others if they were still lower than him. And a Blue was no threat to him. No, it was some of the young kings he was really looking at. He knew he was better than every last one of them. But he wasn't sure they knew it just yet.

[Fia]

K'rion nodded as he absorbed the -long- lecture. Rules, check, instructions, got it, anything else, he got it even if I didn't.

He'd finished feeding and oiling Marinoth when-

MINE! Someone is HURT! the hatchling shouted suddenly.

The boy jumped and looked around. "Hurt?"

He spotted the Bone and Blue.

And decided to stay out of this one.

But K'RIMINE, Baynath could be HURT! Marinoth was shocked that His did not want to go help.

"Who?"

The little Bone over there! Little Bone? I hope Baynath didn't hear.

"Huh? Oh, him. He looks fine, Marin-"

I want to HELP! the Spector insisted. I am a Spector! It is my duty to help the others!

"Mar, please, calm down."

And the poor boy attempted to keep his dragon from getting into a fight, even by trying to be helpful.

[tonks]

"Hear that? No cliffdiving until he gives the say-so." A regretful hand was placed atop the growing violet's head as Kindre frowned in frustration. The rest of the lesson was spent grumbling about having to recieve permission and then planning the entire event. The pair was up to something- what, no one could be sure of. But they were going to be all sneaky sneaky about it, so of course no one would know.
And the Tonks has spoken. x3