Logs:Sniffles And Sack Tossing
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| RL Date: 25 July, 2008 |
| Who: Paige, P'draig, Jendel, D'kai |
| Involves: Fort Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: P'draig adds the sack toss into the weyrlings' daily training. Paige, who's lately caught a cold and managed to hide the first few days of it, gets a few things from the infirmary but is soon put under strict orders to use the next day to rest up and recuperate. |
| Where: Center of the Bowl, Fort Weyr |
| When: Day 2, Month 4, Turn 17 (Interval 10) |
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| An hour past lunch, the Weyrlingmaster has Jekzith touch minds with the Weyrlings and soon enough the usual semi-circle is forming up. « Hello, hello! » The brown greets as people and dragons arrive, his mind bright and bubbly as it often is, eyes whirling happy blue-green. P'draig waits a moment or two for the group to settle, standing by a tall pile of filled sandbags. "Good afternoon everyone, hope you're all recovered from this morning's exercise," he jokes a little then bends to lift up a sandbag. "This afternoon is all about the riders, so dragons, you just get to watch and cheer." The bag gets hefted again. "Even though we're heading back into an Interval, riders need to be able to toss firestone sacks accurately in the air and they're heavy. So we're going to train up to a full sack of firestone using sandbags first. These are about a quarter of the weight. We'll work up to half, then full over the next few months. Today group up into three circles of five," he drops the bag back into the pile and stretches his arms out. "And stand this far apart from each other. We'll start out easy: just toss the bag around the circle. Any questions?" And he picks that sack up again, grabs two others and moves towards the group to start handing them out. Jendel has arrived. Keseth has arrived. Paige and Tiasheth are one of the last few pairs to arrive; both hastily move toward the filling semicircle from the direction of the infirmary. Stuffing a couple of packets deep into a jacket pocket, the slim girl directs her attention to P'draig, even if her appearance is still vaguely lackluster as it had been during the course of the morning. Her brow wrinkles a little as she listens, eventually shaking her head in the negative; no questions. Nearby, Saryan doesn't seem to have any either, once again separated from Neala by the distance of several other weyrlings, G'ben included. Jendel and Keseth are probably one of the absolute last pairs to arrive, though it would almost appear as if they would interrupted in the middle of something, for the brown looks /extremely/ grumpy, and he can't help but shoot Jekzith a glare - though if he's going to say anything, the thought is interrupted by Jendel grumbling, "Quiet, Keseth." Thankfully, the pair arrives in time for the explanation, so there's no questions from them, and they're ready to go. And here's D'kai and D'bor, jostling and laughing, with Osseirth and Mikhuth behind - not late, per se, but tardy enough the shorter boy has to lean over to G'ben and request a whispered summary. The fishing lad joins the handful of other boys, Mickey frisking about behind, nudging and butting at Osseirth and generally making a pest of himself, and while he does send a lick of flame up in a greeting to Jekzith, he's quick to return to his roughing. P'draig flips a sack Jendel's way almost immediately. "Work in with Paige n' Neala," he tells her and he's moving on to D'kai and the boys, flipping them a sack too. The last group's pretty mixed and the last sandbag sails to Z'eren who barely moves as he catches it. "Allrighty then. First round, is just practice. Toss it 'round to all five of you and raise your hands when you're done. Then we'll start making it more interesting. Patterns. Counting off. Racing to the finish," he tells them, eyes twinkling a little. "So. Ready? Set? Go!" Tiasheth leans briefly against Paige before daintily stepping away as the girl heads over to her assigned group, watching with wheeling eyes of green. Neala leaves Twilith to move over to the other two girls, giving them both an unhappy look and a muttered greeting. Neither look totally prepared to catch the sack, truth be told; Paige is sniffling and pulling her coat a bit more tightly about her and the bluerider looks as though really, she'd rather be anywhere else. A heavy 'oof' from D'kai proves he not so much catches the sack of sand as runs chest-first into it, and he fumbles to get a hold on it to save it from flopping to the ground. It's not that it's terribly heavy, but more cumbersome, and after he's got a proper grip on it he hefts it higher to his shoulder and then nods to the circle of faces around him: ready, boys? A nod from D'bor has the bag lofted towards him first, and the brown riding weyrling stumbles a bit as he's struck, but manages to haul it on over to pudgy little Ph'lyp. Saryan's making snarky comments about one of the others when the sandbag arriving from the person before her suddenly hits her in the shoulder and then fwumps to the ground. "More tossing, less talking," P'draig calls out to her with a sunny grin and she mumbles and mutters under her breath, bending to pick the dropped item up. Otherwise, Paddy's walking about among the circles, watching the progress of the sacks. Ph'lyp staggers under the weight of the bag, light as it is and huffs for breath before tossing it on. Paddy pauses by Paige and takes a moment to ask in an undertone: "You okay? Need to go hit the infirmary, Paige?" D'kai has disconnected. Unable to suppress a dry cough or two as the groups' sacks continue their rotations, Paige shakes her head as P'draig pauses near her, despite looking a little peaked. "No sir, " she manages, ably tossing the sack for her group when it makes it to her. "Already went right after lunch. S'jus' a cold. Few days o'teas and rest durin' downtime should help." Neala's too busy helping the sack moving to make many snarky comments, although she does turn slightly to watch J'vran fumble to catch a sack heading in his direction - which causes her to miss Paige's toss, too. Fwump. Saryan is bitching again as her circl drops the sack once more but finally it makes it around and they raise their hands. The boys still have one more person to go. "Okay, just let me know if you need to duck out though. Don't want that going into your lungs," the Weyrlingmaster notes with a pat of his hand to his own chest and he nods as the hands go up over yonder. "That's two sacks down," he calls out. "And we're not even doing it timed yet. Try to pay attention to each other," the Weyrlingmaster encourages. "Use your dragon's eyes if you need to." Paige's head shakes in agreement, but soon she's focusing again on the movement of the sack going around. Her next throw is a bit weaker than her first, but Neala manages to actually catch it this time, and with their tosses being successful, their hands go up, too. Tiasheth gives an encouraging warble from the side, even if a few specks of yellow make it into her eyes briefly. Neala's expression just grows grumpier - /timed/ sack tossing? The boys' hands go up a second later and P'draig claps his hands together once. "And there we go. First round over. Okay, this time, it's a race to get it around first before time runs out." And he pulls a little hourglass out of his pocket, gives the sand a shake. "Whichever team gets the sack around first /without dropping it/ gets an extra free hour this evening." He looks around at the groups, checking to make sure Saryan's is paying attention then clears his throat. "Ready? Set? GO!" and the hourglass tips over sand rushing from one container to the next. Neala's expression changes for the better as the extra incentive is provided; an extra free hour is never a bad thing. So it's with a narrower focus that she helps her group get the sack around, fumbling only once with Paige's toss but managing to toss it on without dropping it. Do they finish first? None of them pause to check the progress of the other groups; they're intent on finishing successfully, if not utterly first. Saryan bobbles the sack and moves to toss it on too fast, throw going wide of the mark and sinking her group's chances. Instead of accepting it graciously though, or apologizing she turns to shrill at the next person in the circle. The boys are managing okay and it's going to be close seeing which of the groups makes it first. P'draig meanwhile is wading in to reprimand Saryan. "Drop and give me 20, Weyrling," he says crisply which shuts her down really fast. She's been struggling with this whole pushups thing and she huffs and puffs as she works. Hands go up in the boys' group just half a second after Paige's group leaving them on the winning side with that extra free hour. Paige's group is all delight at having been first. Neala watches Saryan drop to struggle with her pushups but doesn't comment on the situation any. The dragons on the sidelines cheer in their various ways; some are verbal, some flare their wings and for others, the encouragement is purely mental. Tiasheth's weyrling lets her shoulders slacken a little once it's been determined that they've won, giving a relieved breath that turns into another dry cough. No doubt she'll be spending her free hour tucked away on her cot. Jendel has disconnected. "Good job guys," P'draig congratulates the winning group. "Okay we'll do one last round, but this time throw to the person /across from you, instead of around the circle. No timing on this one yet. We'll be doing this every day from now on, it'll be part of regular practice," the Weyrlingmaster states and waits a moment as Saryan gets up off the ground, sweaty and a little disheveled and shooting him dirty looks. "Ready? Set? Go!" Adjusting themselves accordingly to make it a bit easier to distinguish between partners, the groups begin, sending the sacks moving carefully down the lines from one pair to the other. With less pressure on this round, a few weyrlings feel free to fumble a bit more than they perhaps ordinarily would have; some look tired, a few others look a bit bored and the rest just seem focused on getting the task over with as quickly as possible. Paige's group manages well enough, even if Neala does drop the bag once and G'ben's not-so-accurate toss from the next group over accidentally veers in their direction and lands by the bluerider's feet. The boys mutter amongst themselves for his error, but the sack is hastily retrieved and the tossing, resumed. Eyeing the mood in the group, P'draig claps as the groups bring it to a close. "Okay, that's enough for today. We'll up the ante next time though. Timed and patterned!" he calls out. "Dismissed to go tend to your chores and a reminder, winning group, you don't have to do pickup tonight to get in your free hour." Visibly relieved once the session is called to a close, most of the weyrlings gladly head back toward the barracks. Neala waits for unhappy Saryan and the two head for the caverns, likely with the intent to spend the time during their chores grumbling about the tossing and the pushups. Tiasheth waddles over to Paige, pushing her nose gently to the girl's shoulder. "Yeah, Tiasheth, I'll go make the tea and take it easy, " she murmurs, reaching over to rub at the green's nearest eyeridge. "Least I can take the mendin' somewhere warm and dun hafta bag firestone out here." P'draig answers a few questions and sends the stragglers off then cruises by Paige again in time to catch that remark. "Actually, I think you should hit your cot, Paige. How about I get you the tea, and you go sack out?" Jekzith lifts his head and warbles as the dragonets disperse. « If that's all right with you of course, Tiasheth. Mine thinks that Paige needs to rest. » "Yessir, " Paige says with not a little relief, nodding quickly. "Thank ya. Miserable time o'the turn t'get sick, too. Least when everythin's green, thin's feel a bit warmer." None of this cold slushy business. « Thank you, Jekzith. I think that she needs rest, too. » And Tiasheth turns grateful eyes that spin more bluely upon the brown. There's a sense there, however briefly, of being apologetic for not being able to go take care of chores, but it passes relatively quickly into the greyer languor of feeling unwell before her calmer breezes resume. "Weather's changing at least, should warm up soon," P'draig says encouragingly and tips a look up at the leaden skies. "Even if it doesn't look like it much right now." He chuckles a little and reaches over towards the Weyrling's shoulder to give it a little pat. "Be along shortly with that cup for you. Strict orders to get in bed and stay in bed, okay?" Jekzith floats a single bubble holding a fall of leaves in it Tiasheth's way. « I hope she feels better soon! It's not fun feeling bad. » Paige nods, glancing briefly upwards herself. "Naw, still looks all - cold and grey. Wouldn' know it was a'gettin' warmer if'n I didn' know spring was supposed t'be comin'." There's a grateful smile for the pat and the reassurances. "Yeah, thanks. Hopefully it'll all blow over by the end o'the sevenday and won' be like the colds I had as a child." Grimace. They, apparently, were less pleasant than the norm. "It's late enough in the month we should be getting some solid sunshine soon," P'draig reassures further then makes a face about the childhood colds. "Those must've been pretty bad, sounds like," he notes, shifting hands into pockets and digging them down deep, jacket flaps swinging outward a little with the motion. « Not fun at all, » Tiasheth agrees, sending a dancing breeze forth to move Jekzith's bubble about. « She will feel better soon. Rest will help her. » "Solid sunshine'd be nice, " Paige nods, brow creasing. "Yeah, they weren' very - very - " A violent sneeze interrupts whatever it was she was going to say, followed by another series of sniffles. "'Scuse me." Sniff. "They weren' very good at all. Not tha' colds usually /are/. But these did get purty bad when I was a kid." P'draig fishes his handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it over to Paige with a grin. "Yeah, I haven't had one a while. And I hope this doesn't get that bad." Jekzith watches that bubble dance, sends another over to join it. « No. P'draig is a miserable sick person. Annoys everyone. And yes. Rest. Definitely. » "Hope it dun, either, " Paige replies, taking the handkerchief with a murmured thanks before making hearty use of it. "Er, I can get this cleaned and back t'ya by the end o'the day, " she offers sheepishly, clearly reluctant to hand it back to him now that it's being thoroughly used. « Paige - does not admit easily that she is sick, » Tiasheth imparts, delightedly watching the bubbles cavorting with the breeze. « I do not think I would have known that she was getting ill until today if we were not so close. » "Don't worry about it. I've got tons," P'draig waves off the offer. "Get it cleaned whenever. It's got my name stitched in, it'll make its way back," the weyrlingmaster says non-chalantly. Jekzith adds in more bubbles and they all dance around merrily in the breeze, each one has a delicate, colorful image inside, all having to do with forest things. « She doesn't? Ohhh. Would you mind if I let mine know? He thinks she should really be in bed. » Paige gives him another grateful nod, blowing her nose again with another sniff. "Thank ya, sir." Tiasheth would beam if dragons could, watching the sylvan scenery float to and fro. « I - » And she hesitates before continuing, « - I think that might be for the best. » Even if her weyrling will droop and give her apologetic look. It's for her own good. « She does need to be in bed. I agree with yours. » "You're welcome, Paige," P'draig says gently and tilts his head 'listening' then looks back at her more intently. "Paige. Go lie down," he says more firmly, but not unkindly. And after a moment: "No class for you tomorrow and no chores either. In bed, hot tea coming and I'll ask the Journeyman to come by instead of you having to trudge over to the infirmary. Got it?" Then he smiles encouragingly. "See you in a minute and turns towards the living caverns to get the tea. Jekzith keeps the stream of bubbles and pictures going for Tiasheth then re-focuses. « And there. He's seen to it. I will come with you. » Unspoken, the thought that he's keeping an eye on things for his rider as the motley brown pushes to his feet to follow the Weyrling pair into the Barracks. Paige's expression falls considerably, eyes almost sad. "No - no class? But we'll get behind, we'll - " Cough, cough, sneeze. " - well, maybe yer right, " she admits then, sighing. "Can I at least send Tia t'classes fer me? She pays attention better'n I do, and I'll at least have an idea of what y'all did." Her unspoken 'pretty please' is there somewhere, too. Still, she obligingly turns toward the barracks, hunching deeper into her coat to ease the walk. « Thank you, » Tiasheth says simply, keeping close to her lifemate as they begin to head back inside. "Not doing anything different tomorrow from what we did today. Usually goes that way. Do something new, let it settle in for a few days, then add something else new, so don't worry about it much, Paige. But of cours she may." Over his shoulder as P'draig goes. Jekzith simply follows along, companionably close but with polite distance in place. « You're welcome! » Later the tea is brought and Paddy's as paternal as he might be with his daughter making sure Paige drinks up and is all tucked in. Later on the healer checks in too, leaves some medicines for the Weyrling. Too bad there's no cure for the common cold! |
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