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Your location's current time: 15:19 on day 31, month 8, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer afternoon.

You head towards the eastern side of the bowl. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The afternoon is clear, and the sun shines with a few small clouds floating past. A strong wind blows past and the summer air feels stiflingly hot. Contents: M'wen Maxeoth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore

R'hin's hair is damp and, judging by the towel slung over his shoulder, he's just come back from the bathing caverns. He's crossing the bowl with Priya, and the latter is, as usual, in a particularly sour mood, thanks in no small amount to her companion. "You tried to drown me!" Priya accuses. "It was a bit of water," R'hin counters, good-naturedly. "Unless you melt when it touches you, I think you're pretty safe."

M'wen is leaning against a large boulder, with Maxeoth sitting beside him, the sun brightening up the brown. M'wen's eyes are closed but you can tell he's awake by the raised eyebrow upon hearing Priya's complaints. Maxeoth lifts his head of his forelimbs opening his eyes and stares at the slight arguement taking place.

R'hin spots M'wen - or more accurately, spots Maxeoth - and angles in his direction, seeking reprieve. No such luck, however, as Priya shadows him, persisting, "You've got it in for me." Sighing, R'hin confesses, "I really do, just not right now. M'wen," he hails, as he gets closer to the brownrider, "Can you -please- tell Priya I really didn't ask to be put on firestone sacking duty with her? If it'd been my choice, I'd have picked someone prettier... like Bristia."

M'wen opens his eye's and looks at R'hin sighing, "I'd rather not get involved in your petty disputes, but knowing you, I wouldn't be surprised if you did have a choice in the matter. Oh and Priya, just a suggestion...when people are trying to rest can you take your screeching elsewhere?" And with that he closes his eye's with a little grin towards R'hin when Priya isn't looking.

"My disputes are rarely petty, but in this case I'm forced to agree with you," R'hin says, turning towards Priya, affecting an apologetic grin as he spreads his hands. "The judge has spoken. Also, I'm hurt, M'wen. You really think I'd choose chores with -her-?" Priya, stiffening at M'wen's words, retorts: "I do not screech!" Her pitch is just short of what M'wen accuses her of.

M'wen stay's silent for a couple of seconds, seemingly asleep, then a chuckle escapes turning into a laugh. "R'hin...I wouldn't put anything past you, if you could find a way to make it advantageous to yourself. Also, if argueing about having the same chore isn't petty, I don'y know what is." He then blinks and looks at Priya, with an innocent look to his face, "Refer to my previous comment, some people are trying to rest here."

R'hin's eyes widen with affected innocence. "I'm hurt, M'wen. You accuse me of dastardly evil and nefarious goals. Besides, we're not arguing about doing the same chore, we're arguing about having to do the same chore -together-," he corrects, as if that should make it all the more worthwhile. Priya scowls at both of them, "You're talking to R'hin!" she accuses, jabbing a finger in the bronze weyrling's direction.

M'wen shakes his head at Priya, Ignoring what she said "I see why your so opposed to doing chores with her. She's worse then you, and thats saying something!" He grins at both of them, moving a hand over to sratch Maxeoth's eyeridge, who's eyes start to swirl with a deep contented blue. "You must admit, dastardly evil and nefarious goals are a specialty of yours, might as well do what your good at."

"Hey!" R'hin actually sounds mildly insulted at that. "I am -not- worse than Priya." "Are too!" the greenrider insists, gloatingly. "Great," R'hin mutters, with a roll of his eyes. "Now she'll -never- shut up." The latter comment from M'wen earns a long look, sober all of a sudden, as he comments, "But, M'wen, I'm a bronzerider now." Voice is markedly even.

Amilin strides in from the weyrling training room. Amilin has arrived.

R'hin and Priya are standing near M'wen and Maxeoth, and it's looking distinctly like the former disturbed the latter's rest with their loud-voiced squabbling. What else is new?

If Amilin's currently in the middle of anything official, she's not overly apparent about it. She slips out of the Training room, sends a quick glance skyward, checking, then places something back within the pocket of her jacket. Only once that's managed does she bather to lean against the bowl wall near the door she just arrived though and glance about the bowl proper.

Priya, with a last glare that's directed as much at M'wen as it is at R'hin, turns and stalks off. She spots Amilin as she does, grudgingly saluting before disappearing into the barracks. R'hin, watching her with no small amount of satisfaction, catches the salute, and follows her gaze towards Amilin. "Ma'am," he greets with a grin, saluting.

Amilin, spotted, returns one salute after the other. "G'afternoon." She replies in return, not seeming in any hurry to move from her relaxed position, "Making still more friends among your clutchmates?" She asks with a lifted brow and a glace after the departing weyrling.

"Just living up to expectations, ma'am," R'hin answers, easily, gaze drifting after the girl. "Priya already has it in for me, she thinks it's my fault she ended up with extra chores at class a while back." He runs a hand through his damp hair, and adds a shrug to his display of indifference.

R'hin pauses, adds suspiciously with a long look at Amilin, "-Were- we put on chores together on purpose, ma'am?"

"If she was doing what she should, she wouldn't have gotten extra chores." Amilin answers with a half shrug, then softly chuckles, "Everyone has to work with everyone else at least sometimes. It's not likely that anyone will ever be spared a task, just because they don't prefer the company of the others doing it. It's just something you have to get used to. Pulling your weight, and them pulling theirs regardless of feelings. The jobs still have to get done."

R'hin eyes Amilin a moment longer, then: "I'll take that as a yes, then," he says, wryly. "It's not my fault that she's sour on -everything- except Esrieth."

Amilin says "You can take it as a yes, but it might simply have been your turn to pair up, you know." She shrugs again and then smiles, "And no. Others feelings are not your responsibility. Just how you react to them are."

Shalyn meanders away from the lake shore, back to the main bowl. Shalyn has arrived.

"A coincidental pairing," R'hin agrees. He affects a look of modest innocence, practiced enough that it'd be convincing to those two don't know him, at least, "Priya always takes my words out of context. I always mean them in the nicest possible way, it's not my fault she reads them otherwise." His voice doesn't sound quite as convincing either, and judging by the rueful grin that follows, he's well aware of it, too.

Shalyn wanders across the bowl floor. She's apparently spent some time on the beach since she's clad in a red bikini with a black towel wrapped around her waist. Simple sandals protect her feet from the ground and around her neck, ever present, is a long leather thong supporting a white stone with the image of a ship carved into it. She waves to the assembled people, "Hi Ami!" the weyrlings receive a smile and a nod. "M'wen, R'hin." she assumes the injunction of speaking to R'hin doesn't include polite greetings.

"Well I'd assume that all us weyrlings will be paired together at some point, its just when your paired with someone that it seems you don't get along with too well, you'll remember it alot more." M'wen says, still lying back against the rock with Maxeoth at his side. Then with a thoughtful expression, and in a quieter tone directed at R'hin, his eyebrows slightly furrowed "You've changed R'hin...for the better it seems. I guess Leiventh has been a good influence on you."

"You know..." Amilin drawls out slowly, "There are times when it behooves people to actually understand each other without having to always work out if a person means what they say or say what they mean. People in many professions have to be able to rely on each other to get things done. And everyone plays a significant part. Think about it sometime, what might happen if you and she weren't able to work together, even if you couldn't get along." At the greeting she glances back the other way and nods, "Shalyn."

In the bowl, to the west, Harley walks out of the lower caverns.

Harley heads over from the western side of the bowl. Harley has arrived.

R'hin probably can't help that his eyes wander speculatively over Shalyn as she approaches, whether the attention is wanted or not. Then again, R'hin being R'hin, perhaps it's deliberate. "Ma'am," he greets easily, saluting. While an easy snort greets M'wen's first words, it's the latter that earns a sharp look from the weyrling, and a noticeable reaction: a slight stiffening of posture, voice pointedly cool, guarded, "Interesting point of view, M'wen." A tip of head indicates he hears Amilin's words, even if he doesn't respond.

Shalyn nodnods at Ami's words, "She's exactly right. When push comes to shove we have to be able to rely on eachother. Wether in threadfall, or a fight, or during search and rescue. Each of us has to know what the other will do and trust that the other person will watch our backs."

Harley is taking her normal stroll out of the lower caverns when curiosity catches her and draws her over to what looks like one of the weyrling classes. She stays a bit to one side to stay out of everyone's way for the moment, nodding a silent greeting to Amilin and Shalyn and the weyrlings as a group.

"And not slap us, nor demand restitution for some -perceived- slight, ma'am?" R'hin offers with a rise of brows, in counter to Shalyn, voice still cool. "I'm pleased you're willing to offer yourself as such a fine example for myself and my fellow weyrlings to follow." It doesn't seem there's any official class, considering the casual manner in which everyone is standing.

Amilin allows a brow to lift as she glances again Shalyn's way, "Yes. That would be some of the places I was referring to." She in turn, doesn't comment on what M'wen has to say to R'hin, but it's to him she now gives a rather significant look. On interrupted by the latter's reply. "R'hin. Have a care. You are more than correct that it was her duty to protect, *not* inflict harm, give punishment, or demand restitution. She wasn't a good example then, it's true. But riders are still people and make mistakes. And her mistakes shouldn't become your excuse to not show her respect. For even if she hasn't earned it in *your* eyes, she is of higher rank than you and it's not your place to put her in hers at this time."

Shalyn smirks, "Exactally. Which is why it's important to learn to get along with anyone and not provoke ill will or upset feelings amongst clutch... or wingmates. As my mother used to tell me, 'It's not what you say it's how you say it'." Her tone exactly emulates R'hin's, "It's a good thing your such a fine example for your fellow weyrlings to emulate."

M'wen mutters, after hearing R'hin's latest comment, "I stand corrected." More to himself then anyone else. Then to R'hin, "Don't you ever drop things like this? It seems to be exactly what I said earlier about your dastardly evil and nefarious goals." Then gesturing to Harley, "Come on over, your welcome to join us!"

Shalyn waves, "Hi Harley!" she smiles as the other girl approaches.

"Shalyn." Ami says with a certain, seriousness to her tone that suggests she's expecting the younger rider to listen, "That will be quite enough out of you too. As I recall, you were suppose to *apologize* to him, and not provoke or offer unasked for advice to *my* weyrlings."

"I am not an example for my fellows to follow," R'hin says with asperity, not just cool now, but cold, dismissive. His sidelong glance to Amilin suggests he heeds her words, and amazingly bites his tongue over any further response he might give.

An odd sound seems to come from the direction Harley is standing in. Odd sounding as in a snicker being quickly muffled. Being called into the group, she quickly composes her face into it's usual serene expression as she walks over. "Hello."

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh stirs, awakens, sensing your mood. Tones are still draped with trendrils of sleepy blues, silent query.

Shalyn nodnods, "Not advice ma'am, just insights from my turns of experience with Oeneonth and my own clutchmates. And G'non told me he was supposed to keep quiet. I have remained calm and civil and polite." she glances from Amilin to R'hin.

Judging by the puzzled look R'hin's giving Amilin, this is the first he's heard of an apology. "Wait, -that- was civility? You must knock them dead when you're really, really polite." So much for his supposed 'keeping quiet'. Harley's approach is noted, and he greets her coolly, "Harley."

"G'non, may have told you that, but you also *clearly* didn't come in apologizing either. You stepped in here and offered comments, in what ever form you wish to call them, instead." Amilin returns in reply. "And just because he told you, doesn't mean also that he and I have conferred on the matter or that it's up to him to dictate what I do or do not tell my charges to do. You will continue to be banned from his presence until I hear you give him an apology I am convinced you mean." That said, she turns back to R'hin and says a quiet, one word command, "Enough."

Harley nods equally cooly at the weyrling. "R'hin." She's figured out what part of the discussion is about and slants a look at Shalyn, one eyebrow going up and hiding beneath her bangs. She should have stayed off to one side. If she opens her mouth now, someone is going to get peeved with her. So she bites her own tongue and keeps her mouth shut.

R'hin's eyes flicker from Amilin to Shalyn and back, lips pursed as if surprised by the conversation's sudden turn. He gives a light shrug in response to Amilin's command, but he heeds her enough to hold his tongue, slipping hands casually into his pocket. His eyes cut away briefly in the direction of the weyrling barracks, and his head drops before his expression can be seen, though perhaps a faint snort can be heard by those close by.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's curious, too, listening. « Will you burst if you don't say something, R'hin? » Pause, then hopefully: « Can I bet against you? »

Shalyn says, "I tried to find a way to slip into the conversation, but yes I actually did come over to offer an apology... again... R'hin I apologize for striking you while you were a candidate. It was wrong of me and it was inexcusable." her tone of voice suggests that she is sincere in her act of contrition.

Amilin gives Harley a distracted nod along the way, though her focus is clearly on the matter at hand. She's silent a moment, then says quieter. "There were better ways to bring it up, and bring it into the conversation than the way you apparently tried. You might want to work on that in the future." That advice given, she turns back to R'hin and lifts a questioning brow his way, expectantly waiting for his reply it would seem.

"You could try starting with 'I came over to apologize..." R'hin suggests, unable to help himself. Judging by the slight straightening of posture, he's well aware of Amilin's look, even if his gaze is on Shalyn. "Your apology, as heartfelt and sincere as it is, is greatly appreciated, ma'am." His voice is even, only the slightest twitch of eyebrows otherwise marring the response. He even sketches out the faintest of bows.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh observes, « Liar. »

Harley remains silent and still where she is standing though she notes M'wen's return and nods to him briefly. Both eyebrows disappear under her bangs and she bites back the comment that threatens to pop out. Just barely.

M'wen stands up from his sitting position with a sigh, "Never thought I'd hear something like that from R'hin..." he mutters. Then looking around, "Maxeoth wants me to take him for a swim, anyone who wants to come along, I'll be at the lake shore." And with that he turns around with a nod and a wave to R'hin, Amilin and Harley.

M'wen goes towards the lake shore. M'wen has left.

M'wen strides away from the lake shore, back to the main bowl. M'wen has arrived.

Shalyn doesn't think that raising the point that she didn't bring it up would be a good idea at the moment. She gives his first statement all the consideration it deserves... none, "All right then. Well I'm going to go get supper, you all have a good evening. Harley? Unless you're busy I'd appreciate some company."

Amilin's brow remains slightly arched as she glances between the two. "I expect this to be the end of the problem between the two of you. At least for now. Might I suggest clean slates and starting over? Though I'll leave that to your respective discretions. And if the problem crops up again. I will once again step in, but less pleasantly. Have a good eve, Shalyn." That said, she turns back to the weyrlings. "Now, it's time for class. Fetch your straps if you don't presently have them, and assemble back here promptly."

R'hin's mouth twists a little bit, wry, as he shifts his attention from Shalyn to Amilin. "Suggestion noted, ma'am," though pointedly not agreed to on his part. Pulling the towel off his shoulder, he heads for the weyrling barracks, disappearing inside. A short time later, he reemerges with a set of riding straps, and Leiventh in tow.

Leiventh wanders in from the weyrling barracks. Leiventh has arrived.

Shalyn says, "I'm willing if he is." she says stepping away and propping herself up on a boulder and crossing her legs to silently watch the lesson... if it's the one she suspects it is.

M'wen follows R'hin, Maxeoth lumbering behind in his wake, emerging shortly after with his set of straps, Maxeoth shuffling along behind him, looking at Leiventh.

Amilin awaits the classes return, standing much as she had when they left, though her hands are now clasped behind her as she calls out when they make their way back, "Form up. Line formation please. And place your straps on your dragons for inspection."

Harley steps back from the weyrlings now that class actually is starting, moving to stand over near Shalyn to watch.

Priya deliberately picks a spot furthest from Leiventh and R'hin, much to the latter's amusement. Taking his time, R'hin fits the straps onto Leiventh, checking them over, before leaning casually against the bronze's foreleg, making a supreme effort to look casual.

M'wen walks over to the line, Maxeoth following in his wake. Finding a place near the middle, He begins to fit the straps onto Maxeoth who looks as if he's enjoying himself. Once he's finished, M'wen looks over the straps, then steps back and stands beside Maxeoth, looking at Amilin.

Amilin sees R'hin finish first and makes her way over to review the quality and fit. Without a word she checks the stitches, the padding and how it all lays on the bronze's hide. She also double checks how secure they are before nodding in approval and saying, "Mount up," while F'rank does the same, starting from the end. He, however, keeps up a running commentary.

Straightening, R'hin studies Amilin as she goes over the straps, trying to read from her expression whether it's satisfactory or not. Looking pleased at the nod, he places one foot against Leiventh's foreleg, boosting himself up with the aid of the straps. Leiventh's still growing, despite his size, and it becomes a bit more of a stretch every time he goes to mount up, finally settling himself on the bronze's neckridges with an unconscious touch to the dragon's hide.

Leiventh

You are perched on Leiventh's warm bronze neck, his hide soft against your touch.

You clamber up onto Leiventh's back, the dragon's sparkling eyes watching closely.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh, reading your thoughts, remarks, « You need to grow -more-, rather than me stopping, R'hin. You're so tiny! »

» With F'rank so preoccupied with running off at the mouth as he works, it's Amilin that makes it to M'wen and Maxeoth's side first. He taking the mid point of this section of the class, she gives him the same once over as her fellow sends someone back to the barracks for a part they dropped on the way out. Ami eventually gives the same nod, and the same direction to M'wen, "Good enough. Mount up."

"Everyone looks tiny from up here, Leiventh," R'hin mutters wryly, turning his head to watch how the other inspections are going. Priya, in particular, earns his attention, and he's a tad disappointed to see that she passes the inspection without further comment.

» M'wen looks a bit anxious as Amilin gives Maxeoth a look over, but upon the nod grins happily. Having a forelimb extended to him, he uses his tall height to swing easily up the straps onto Maxeoth's neckridges.

» M'wen hops up onto Maxeoth's back, using his foreleg as a step.

» Amilin steps back and waits until everyone is ready and strapped in. "Alright. This is what I want you to do. From line formation, I am going to have you take off, one at a time. You will circle the bowl twice, then return to the ground while maintaining your order. I want you to follow the rider in front of you and try and maintain your spacing. Everyone got that?"

R'hin buckles up his straps, half leaning forward with an arm against Leiventh's neck so that he can still see Amilin. "Yes ma'am," he choruses. "Follow the leader. Try -not- to outpace Arneloth, no matter how tempting it is," he's murmuring, amused.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh complains, « But he's so slow and deliberate. I could walk faster. »

» On Maxeoth, M'wen looks around, and murmurs something to Maxeoth which noone else hears. Maxeoth turns around and looks M'wen in the eye with a twirl of blue, a determined look on M'wen's face.

» After a long enough pause for her to see to it that everyone has settled in and is ready, Amilin calls out the names of the first two young dragons to take to the sky, After a the second has cleared the ground and starts to take it's position, she calls out, "R'hin. You and Leiventh next."

R'hin straightens as he watches the first two dragons take off, hand against Leiventh's hide as the bronze watches with that patient stillness of his. He acknowledges Amilin with a nod, and a moment later, Leiventh spreads his wings, crouching and pushing upwards with a sweep of wings, leaving a swirling cloud of dust in his wake.

You spring powerfully into the sky. Sky above the Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr You fly just a few dragonlengths above the bowl floor. As the daylight nears its end, the bowl below you begins to come alive with the activities of the evening. The dim light from the glows suffuses the bowl, but few details are visible. Above you, the stars begin to peek out: the brighter stars twinkle slightly. A slight wind from the north-northwest almost seems to carry with it the scent of the apple orchards from Nabol, though perhaps it's just your imagination. Far below you, however, you can see rush about the weyr: people, looking more like trundlebugs from this height, scurry to and fro with their chores. In the waning light, you can make out the lone form of the watchrider on the Star Stones, to the east. Views: Weyrs Obvious exits: Pond Cliff DIve Lake Shore Feeding Grounds West Up Down

» On the ground below, Amilin calls a few more names, and then it's on to the middle of the pack, "M'wen. You and Maxeoth now."

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's wordless delight is fairly obvious in the crimson splashes of his mindtones, and he can't help but comment, « You're heavy. Need to lose some weight. »

» Leiventh settles in on the heels of Arneloth's wake, crimson-streaked wings spread wide to compensate for the tricky winds swirling above the High Reaches bowl. Caught up in the delight of the flight, he closes on the blue ahead of him, forced to tip his wings slightly to slow his pace so he doesn't overtake the other dragon. R'hin is little more than a tiny figure on the dragon's back as they sweep towards the far end of the bowl.

» On the ground below, On Maxeoth, Maxeoth looks a little hesitant, almost fearful at the prospect of flying with a rider, and looks like he won't go. M'wen shrugs his shoulders down at Amilin, "He's a bit unsure of himself still." Then whispering something to Maxeoth, the yellow whirl is replaced with a light blue, and Maxeoth jumps into the air with a powerful jump and push from his back legs.

» Maxeoth launches into the sky from the ground below.

Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh's tones are streaked with the wordless delight of flight, crimsons bright. « It's different when your rider is with you, isn't it? »

» On the ground below, Amilin gives a reassuring smile M'wen's way has he turns to coaxing the brown, but once they are safely in the air, she calls out to the remaining riders, one after the other before turning her gaze to those who had already begun circling overhead.

» Leiventh can't help himself; despite the order to remain in formation, he drops his left wing slightly, sweeping to one side, then back the other way, showing off in order to provide his rider with a better view of the bowl below. It makes it a little easier to keep pace with the others, at least, as they complete their first circuit of the bowl and head around for the second lap.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's pleased with himself, as if the view is provided personally by him, rather than simply there for all to see.

» Maxeoth starts low to the ground with a gentle ascent, with M'wen getting accustomed to the flying, then curves upward, heading towards Leiventh and Arneloth, keeping with the warm air thermals to maintain a good altitude. Watching Leiventh's acrobatics, they curve around starting in on the second lap of the bowl.

» On the ground below, The acrobatics prompt a shake of Ami's head, for all that S'din's assistant doesn't speak or show any sign of her thoughts past that. Her gaze taking in each pair and how they move together in the air.

Maxeoth bespoke Leiventh with « It's fun to dip and weave when they don't expect it. But remember, now that you have a rider on you, a water landing wouldn't be a good idea. »

High Reaches Weyrling dragons sense that Dasmareth's mind voice slips in to comment, with the awareness that she too watches, but from somewhere above. " « Mine says to keep in line. No more playing. »

» Leiventh follows the other two dragons to the end of the bowl, then drops his height bit-by-bit as they come back towards the waiting group below. He's perfected his landings quite a bit in the time since his first less-than-stellar water landing; he sweeps down after Arneloth, backwinging to a landing beside the blue, stirring only a slight amount of dust as he does so.

You wing down to a quick landing on the ground. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. while Timor shines in half moon though the smaller Belior closes its eye to dream. The strong winds howl through the bowl and the summer air feels stiflingly hot. Contents: Harley Shalyn Amilin Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore

Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh sounds slightly disappointed, but agrees. « Another time, then. »

High Reaches Weyrling dragons sense that Leiventh's disappointed, but acquiescent, his crimson-streaked mindvoice dimming only slightly with the warning. « I wanted to show him the view. »

» In the sky directly above, Maxeoth wings around the last turn behind Leiventh and starts a slow descent, realizing his rider would probably prefer it to -not- get a nice case of whiplash on the landing. Backwinging softly, he comes in for a soft landing beside the others looking utterly pleased with himself.

» In the sky directly above, Maxeoth glides to a swift landing on the ground.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh, no dummy, says regretfully, « You're going to get punished for this, aren't you, R'hin? »

R'hin's eyes are bright with barely suppressed delight, slapping a hand to Leiventh's side. "Nevermind. I wanted to see." The bronze settles into his usual statuesque position, turning his head just enough to examine his rider briefly.

High Reaches Weyrling dragons sense that Dasmareth allows a touch of amusement to thread though her response, soothing pastels coloring her sending, « There will be plenty of time to see. Mine worries that you not do too much, too soon. »

» "All right, well done. And congratulations on taking the next step in becoming true dragon riders!" Amilin's expression, while light, refrains from giving a full smile, despite the words of praise. "Everyone dismount, please. And check your lifemates over for any sign of strain. Report any you find to myself or another dragon healer. Is that clear everyone?"

» M'wen climbs down Maxeoth's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting.

R'hin takes his time unbuckling the straps, the grin of a rider after his first flight still touching his lips. "Yes, ma'am," he answers Amilin, before swinging a leg over Leiventh's neck to climb down.

You vault down Leiventh's side to the ground, as the dragon warbles a greeting. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#840RJs) Standing on the eastern side of the bowl, you realize why this is one of the most striking Weyrs on Pern. Arrayed around the north rim of the bowl are the Seven Spindles: high crownlike points formed of old volcano flows which were eroded to sharp spikes. The bowl itself is a rough ovoid shape, with a large lake taking up a good portion of the southeastern part. The bowl seems to slant down to the lake shore, and the soil becomes a little looser in that direction. From the east, the slight aroma of herdbeast and wherry hide rises from the feeding grounds. The northeast section of the bowl is full of activity: training of dragons both young and old goes on in a large clearing near the entrance to the weyrling barracks and dragon infirmary. Several small boulders dot the area to the north, forming a winding path to the ledges leading into the weyrleaders' quarters. The evening is clear, not a cloud to be seen, giving you a perfect view of the stars. while Timor shines in half moon though the smaller Belior closes its eye to dream. The strong winds howl through the bowl and the summer air feels stiflingly hot. Contents: M'wen Maxeoth Leiventh Shalyn Amilin Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore

"Once I hear your dragon's condition, you are dismissed. Except R'hin. A moment please, after you've completed your check. "Amilin glances the young bronzerider's way before speaking to the class once more, "Again, well done, everyone."

A silent request on R'hin's part has Leiventh spreading his wings, as the weyrling carefully checks the dragon for any signs of strain. He takes his time, purposely being overly careful after Dasmareth's comments, looking pleased as he finishes. Leiventh refolds his wings carefully, the speed of his eyes slowing as the excitement of the flight wears off. "Leiventh's fine," he reports, glancing back at the dragon and looking wry as Amilin asks him to wait back. Settling himself in a casual lean against the bronze's foreleg, he watches some of the other weyrlings as they check in and move off.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh projects, « Told you. »

M'wen looks over Maxeoth, his face still slightly red from the wind. Seeing all is well, "All good with Maxeoth" he salutes and heads off to the lakeshore.

M'wen meanders towards the lake shore. M'wen has left.

Maxeoth tromps towards the lake shore. Maxeoth has left.

With the last report in, the pairs start to scatter. Some heading on quickly, others lingering and making slow progress, for all the good it does them. When Ami makes her way over to R'hin, her voice isn't loud enough to carry far at all, "You've been having some troubles following orders today." A statement, not a question, but one that she waits for a reply to.

R'hin, adept at reading the unspoken at the best of times, quickly deduces this is not the time to question Amilin's statement. Straightening as she approaches, he answers her comment with a low-voiced, "Ma'am," polite and non-committal. Leiventh remains still, watching closely.

Amilin clasps her hands behind her back as she regards him, "You also make an attempt to do so at times, when I know the temptations for you to do otherwise are quite strong, so I won't take away acknowledging that also. But you do know and recognize, I presume, that there is more work to do in this area?"

"It's an ongoing process, ma'am," R'hin, at least, is honest in admitting that, even if that's probably not the best response to give.

"I know." Amilin replies with a nod. The exchange surely disappointing a few on the fringes for it's apparent mildness, "And I am pleased with the progress you've made so far. And with the fact that you recognize that. I know, after all these turns of doing this, that it's not always as smooth a transition for some, as it is for others. And that we seem to demand a lot from all of you, right from the start. I wanted to be sure, you knew I understand this. However, I also need to make sure you keep progressing, for everyone's sakes, but most especially, for your own. It's not that we want to take anything from you, you understand, but rather give you the things experience has taught us will serve you and the others the best."

There's a slight, but noticeable cut of R'hin's eyes sideways as she speaks of the transition, though his voice is even as he says, "I can only do what I can do, ma'am," it almost seems like there might be an apology in there, though it's not audible in his tone. "If I can be perfectly honest for a moment - and I think you're more than well aware of this - I am not someone to be held up as an example. M'wen, I think, is better for that. Even Priya, for all her faults. I don't wish you to make that choice, because it would be the wrong one." His voice, too, is kept low, moderated to match Amilin's.

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's mindvoice, like his physical presence, is a soothing bulk at your back, simply present.

"I understand, R'hin. And I appreciate your honesty and awareness. I know that you are also aware that there will be those who are going to look to you regardless now." Amilin gives a shrug of her shoulder, her expression not quite apologetic, but more just simply understanding, "It's something that just is, and is out of our control. Just remember also, as I said before. None of us is perfect. We all have our faults. It's just how we deal with them can make all the difference on many levels."

"Perhaps," R'hin concedes, "But I will tell them what I told you." He studies Amilin silently a moment, nodding, though the respect that's audible in his tone is hint enough that the message has been heeded, "Thank you, ma'am."

Leiventh> To you, Leiventh's intrigued, borrowing your phrase and your thoughts, « She's one of the jewels. »

"Fair enough, for now." Amilin replies, offering a smile before she goes on, "And you are welcome, though you may not want to thank me too much yet. There is still the matter of you two getting out of formation and all. I'm going to ask that you spend half a day in the dragon infirmary at Rilsa's convenience. While in there, you will be in her charge of course."

R'hin casts a look over his shoulder at Leiventh, who manages to convey 'told you so' fairly clearly with a faint whuff of breath. "Yes, ma'am." R'hin sounds not in the least bit surprised.

Amilin watches the pair a moment longer and then gives a grin, "Alright. Unless you had something else, off you go. I'm sure you two have better things to do."

With a sharp salute, R'hin doesn't wait around for further hint of a dismissal. He turns and heads for the barracks, Leiventh keeping pace with him, rather than trailing behind him.

You walk into the weyrling barracks.