Logs:Of Arrogance
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| RL Date: 8 May, 2006 |
| Who: M'wen, Priya, R'hin, S'din |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| When: Day 28, Month 7, Turn 7 (Interval 10) |
| Your location's current time: 19:25 on day 31, month 7, Turn 57, of the Tenth Pass. It is a summer evening. You meander into the weyrling training room. Weyrling Training Room(#530RJs$) This large room was cut deep into the cliff side and is lit only by glows. There are two large stone tables running east and west. Behind each table is a stone bench for the weyrlings to sit on, not very comfortable admittedly, but wood is too valuable to use for this purpose. At the north end of the room is a smaller stone table and chair, used by the WeyrlingMaster. Behind that lies a map of the northern continent, the areas that each Weyr protects carefully marked. On the east wall is a detailed depiction of a dragon's wing with the anatomy clearly marked. If you look at the west wall, it's covered with many Wing formations. In the back of the room are a couple old, scratched up couches. Originally they were in the colors of High Reaches Weyr, one black, one dark blue, but now it's a little difficult to tell which is which. Views: Couches North Wall East Wall West Wall Measure Marks Contents: S'din Weyrling Board Obvious exits: Bowl Weyrling Barracks M'wen strides in from the weyrling barracks. M'wen has arrived. Stifling a yawn rather unsucessfully, R'hin trails Leiventh into the training room. The bronze has grown large enough that his walk can accurately be termed lumbering, which sets a nice slow pace for his rider to follow. Once he spots S'din past the bulk of the dragon, R'hin salutes. "Sir," he greets. S'din nods to R'hin and returns the salute, "Fall in, Weyrling." he says as he watches the rest of the Weyrlings gather, each to their own place, returning salutes as they come his way. Maxeoth waddles in from the weyrling barracks. Maxeoth has arrived. Leiventh stops, and R'hin does too, eyeing the weyrling next to him - Priya of the sour disposition - with a smirk. He receives a scowl in return, and seemingly pleased, turns back to wait. S'din waits until the Weyrlings have somewhat settled down and then calls out, "I hope you've all been getting plenty of rest, because today is going to be a very special class!" He grins, as if having made a small joke. "So if you are all ready to begin class, would you all join me out in the bowl?" He steps from the front of class out the door, not even looking back. S'din meanders into the eastern bowl, high reaches weyr. S'din has left. M'wen wanders into the eastern bowl, high reaches weyr. M'wen has left. Maxeoth waddles into the eastern bowl, high reaches weyr. Maxeoth has left. You meander into the eastern bowl, high reaches weyr. 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. The smaller Belior winks as a waning crescent while Timor shines in half moon. It is completely still, no winds blow and the summer air is pleasantly warm. Contents: Maxeoth M'wen S'din Melisandeth Obvious exits: Weyrleader Ledges Western Bowl Floor Dragon Infirmary Weyrling Barracks Weyrling Training Room Feeding Grounds Lake Shore Leiventh lumbers in from the weyrling training room. Leiventh has arrived. S'din strides over to and hops up on top of the Stone of Lecture and faces the class, "Everyone line up in a reverse-V formation, point directly in front of me!" In the bowl, to the west, Melata watches the Weyrling class from afar. "Doesn't he say that every time?" Priya remarks sullenly in an undertone, on the heels of R'hin's comment: "Maybe we're getting cookies and milk?" R'hin, naturally, moves towards the point position, but Priya - with her much quicker green - sneaks in ahead of him, looking pleased with herself. With a snort, R'hin takes position slightly behind her and to the right. At hearing S'din's command, M'wen walks over to the right side of the reverse V, standing between a green and another brown rider. Maxeoth walks over, standing about 3 feet away to the right. When in position, M'wen stop's moving, and regards S'din with interest. In the bowl, to the west, Rusuth exerts monumental effort and opens his eyes, watching the weyrlings with lazy interest. In the bowl, to the west, Verenth cranes his neck to watch the younger dragons. He looks quite interested, even if there weren't enough blues in the clutch. In the sky directly above, Oenoneth wings down to a quick landing on the ground. Oenoneth has arrived. S'din looks over the class once they're all in position and says, "Okay! Tonight your lifemates are going to take to the skies for the first time!" He pauses, to see what, if any reaction that gets once it sinks in. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh wonders, « That time I tripped over that rock doesn't count? » R'hin tucks his hands under his arms, eyeing Leiventh sidelong with a snicker. "Don't think so," he murmurs in an undertone. He's -trying- to be casual, but he can't quite conceal the grin. Leiventh, statuesque as per norm, hunkers down, patient. upon hearing what was happening this evening, a grin enveloped M'wen's face as he glances over at Maxeoth, who's looking back at him with a blue swirl to his eyes. Then M'wen turns back to S'din with rapt attention, waiting for the next instruction. Priya, at the front, lifts her head, glancing at Esrieth with a shine of eyes. "I get to go first, right, sir? Since I -am- at the front." S'din can't help but let a bit of a grin show as well once he sees the thinly-veiled excitement of the Weyrlings, though he ignores Priya's question, "Here's the drill: Starting at point, you will each come up to the other side of the Stone of Lecture here and your lifemate will launch into the sky, circle the bowl once, then land. Please have them land facing the lake. There are always more than a couple of dragonets who overshoot their landing and I'd prefer they end up in the lake rather than the wall. Clear enough?" In the bowl, to the west, Verenth looks very interested now, eyes whirling as he waits for the dragons take their first official flights. Oenoneth also settles down onto the bowl floor, enjoying the last of the afternoon sun. Her multifaceted eyes watching the young dragonets in their excitement. R'hin mutters something about Priya elbowing him for first spot, earning a glare from the green weyrling. Priya, voice raising, simply assumes S'din didn't hear her the first time, "Esrieth's first, right, sir?" over the start of S'din's words. She all but gloats as he confirms that, nodding. S'din points to Priya and says, "Weyrling? You NEVER interrupt the WeyrlingMaster when he's speaking! You'll be last today!" His arm shifts until he's pointing at R'hin, "What do you say? Is Leiventh ready for his first flight?" "But sir, you didn't answer me!" Priya whines, turning to glare at R'hin. "This is your fault, R'hin!" She accuses, as she stalks past him towards the back of the formation, Esrieth trailing in her wake. Unable to conceal the unrepentant grin that follows, R'hin's attention quickly snaps towards S'din, "Sir, Leiventh was born ready," he says, as if that should be an obvious enough answer. S'din smiles at R'hin and nods, "Then have at it, Weyrlings!" He hops down from the Stone of Lecture and motions Leiventh and R'hin forward. Leiventh senses that Teonath's mental touch drifts over on a cloud of hazy desert heat. « Don't trip. » Leiventh> Teonath senses that Leiventh's own tones are crimson and bass, amused. « I've tried that all ready. It was a very short flight. » Leiventh lumbers his way around to the other side of the rock, taking his time. His wings spread, and he looks like he's ready to take off straight away... but no. He adjusts his wings, getting it just -so-. From the back of the group, Priya can be heard, "Oh, come -on- already!" R'hin's oblivious, watching intently, as Leiventh eventually crouches, and pushes up into the sky, wings flapping a little more frantically than necessary - but he's airborne. "Yes!" R'hin yells, lifting his head to follow the dragon's lazy circle about the bowl. In the bowl, to the west, Melata waits in anticipation. Leiventh> To you, Leiventh projects, « Easy. Don't know what all the fuss was about. » In the bowl, to the west, Verenth lashes his tail as the first of the Weyrling dragons take to the air. He would trumpet, but he doesn't do that sort of thing. In the bowl, to the west, Melata applauds, although the sound is probably lost from the other side of the bowl. Leiventh, confident enough now as he finishes his circle of the bowl, assumes the landing will be just as simple as the take off. Of course, instinct covers a great deal, but it's no substitute for experience. Instead of the ostentatious landing he seemed to be aiming for, he overshoots, hind legs dragging into the water as he passes across the lake, sending up a spray of water before he finally makes a 'landing', albeit a watery one. Wordlessly, R'hin bolts towards the lake end of the bowl, though he doesn't seem concerned - in fact, it sounds distinctly like he's whooping in delight. Leiventh bespoke High Reaches Weyrling dragons with « I meant that. Really. » Thin slivers of approval flicker like dust on a particularly calm breeze, thrumming with un-Reaches-like warmth. « You should be a fish. » Placidly, Teonath offers her advice, tacking on a dry statement plucked directly from the speech mannerisms of her rider, « At least, you are no longer wet behind the ears. Merely, wet along your hind quarters. » S'din laughs and claps his hands, seeming quite amused by Leiventh's 'bath.' He points over at M'wen and says, "Go ahead, you're next!" Leiventh> Teonath senses that Leiventh's immediately distracted by the thought of fish, something he'd forgotten about. « I'll be able to catch them now. They won't be able to see me coming from above. » His tones lack any sort of embarrassment at his watery landing, if anything, he's pleased by the attention it's drawn. Leiventh lumbers out of the lake, trailing puddles of water as he heads towards the erstwhile 'landing spot'. R'hin reaches him about the same time, slapping at the dragon's flank, pleased. "It did look cool, the water went everywhere," his rider says, keeping pace as they head back to watch the next dragon take off. In the bowl, to the west, Melata waits for the next dragon to try to take ot the air, M'wen walks over to the spot previously pointed out. Maxeoth following reluctantly behind, with the yellow of worry twirling in his eyes. When M'wen reaches the spot, he turns around and looks at Maxeoth, encouraging him on, "come on Maxeoth, you saw Leiventh do it." Looking around for some sort of help, Maxeoth sits down on his hauches with a definate air of worry about him. Melisandeth bespoke High Reaches Weyrling dragons with « It's alright, little one. You know what to do. You were *born* to do it, just let it happen naturally! » In the back, Priya smirks, pleased by Leiventh's landing disaster. She, too, turns her attention to Maxeoth, chin lifted. "Dragons fly. It's not hard, it just is. Oh, come on!" she mutters, impatiently. Leiventh> Maxeoth senses that Leiventh's tones are soothing. « It was fun! » Maxeoth looks around, upon hearing the encouraging words, sending a glance with a flash of orange in Priya's direction. Just to prove the doubters wrong, he stands up quickly, then looks like he's sitting back down on his haunches. Just as it looks like he's given up yet again, he launches forward wings open and flapping hard to gain the required altitude. One the required height has been achieved, he does a low glide around the top of the bowl, coming around back towards the landing zone. Leiventh croons, a low and bassy sound, his focus on his fellow clutchmate. As soon as Maxeoth takes off, he lets out a brassy, deep bugle, as pleased as if it was his own take off. "You were a little more awkward. I think he's got you beat," R'hin says, snickering. In the bowl, to the west, Verenth watches the brown avidly, snorting encouragement. Leiventh> I bespoke Maxeoth with « Try the water landing! » the bronze suggests. « It made water go everywhere! » Maxeoth also remembers very clearly the result of Leiventh's landing, and starts back-winging much earlier then probably nessecary. Slowing down to almost a stop, he glides the last few metres down to land with a bump, almost falling over his own legs. Standing back up, looking overly pleased with himself, M'wen walks over grinning deeply, "See? I told you that you could do it!" Maxeoth looks over at Leiventh and lets out a little bugle showing he wasn't interested in trying out the water landing. In the bowl, to the west, Melata claps for Maxeoth's display! Good job! "Nevermind," R'hin says, in response to Leiventh's slight disappointment, the bronze hunkering down to watch the other weyrlings. "He handled that landing well, M'wen," he calls out to his fellow weyrling, grinning. S'din smiles and nods, quickly sending the rest of the class through their paces. Once one and all have had a chance to circle the bowl, he hops back up onto the Stone of Lecture and say, "Evedryone check over your dragonets carefully! Sometimes they don't realize if they have pulled a muscle, so check them out yourselves! Let me know if you find anything!" Priya's practically dancing with impatience by the time she and Esrieth have their turn. Esrieth, though slightly less prickly than her rider, is not one who likes to be upstaged either, and her takeoff - after observing every other weyrling dragons - is perfect. She circles the bowl, testing her wings a little by veering right and left, then makes a smooth landing on the lake shore. "That's how it's done," Priya says, proud, shooting a pointed look towards R'hin. In the bowl, to the west, Verenth watches the Weyrling dragons fly the bowl one at a time, his rider at his side doing likewise. M'wen smiles over at R'hin, while checking over Maxeoth. "He saw what Leiventh did, and just made sure not to make the same mistakes, while Leiventh had nothing to base his flight on." Leiventh> To you, Leiventh almost sounds sheepish, « Is it wrong that I kind of wanted to see Esrieth trip? » In the bowl, to the west, Melata gives her dragon a pat, then heads into the living cavern. In the bowl, to the west, Melata wanders into the tunnel to the living cavern. R'hin slaps a hand dramatically over his heart, as if wounded by Priya's comment. "Ow! You got me!" He flashes a grin to M'wen as he checks over Leiventh, taking his time, and taking a lot longer than some of the others, since there's more of him to check. S'din takes the reports of the various dragonets' well-being, pointing the worst toward the infirmary for some numbweed. He then calls out to the class at large, "You all did very well for your first time. Good job! You'll be happy to know that your good showing has earned you even more freedoms! From tonight onward, your dragonets are allowed to hunt in the feeding pens on their own! Also, I now free you call to go anywhere on the first level of the Weyr without escort, including the baths and the Living Cavern! Does anyone have any questions for me before I dismiss you?" "No questions here," R'hin's muttering absently, still giving Leiventh the once over, "Sir." M'wen shakes his head, chorusing with a couple other weyrlings, "No sir." S'din nods and says, "Okay! Then you're all dismissed! Except for you, Priya. For your incessantly-moving mouth and bad attitude toward your wingmates, you get the dubious honour of mucking out the dragon infirmary for the next two days. Report there at your next free period! Good flying, everyone!" He hops off the Stone of Lecture, the final dismissal of class and walks back into his office. S'din meanders into the weyrling training room. S'din has left. "Priya, are you -trying- to steal my position as the most punished weyrling of this class? It's very upsetting!" R'hin calls, accusingly. Priya, scowling after the Weyrlingmaster, turns her glare in R'hin's direction. "I won't forget this," she says sharply, turning with stiff back to march towards the barracks, Esrieth in tow. M'wen waits until Priya is out of earshot as well as S'din before letting out a chuckle. "And thats exactly what I mean when I tell you the arrogance isn't a good thing." He says directed at R'hin, but considering the light tone, its just a joking jibe. R'hin looks wry, eyes rolling in M'wen's direction. "Compared to her, I'm practically Moreta. I should stick by her, she makes me look really good. And it seems to bug her, too, which makes it a double bonus." With a glance exchanged with Leiventh, the pair seem to come to the same decision at the same time, and move in unison towards the barracks in Priya's wake. You wander into the weyrling barracks. |
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