Post by Zen on Dec 1, 2018 13:09:12 GMT -5
Weyrlingmaster D'rew
No'va :: Brown Alduntulath
D'rew listened as each new weyrling introduced themselves, jotting down new names and dragon names and colors as they went around. C'rys and green Vorscuth. He made a note of her black hide, because that was surely one for the records. Sabanth had already informed him of the hatchling's true color upon her hatching, but that didn't change the fact that she looked absolutely black. He also noted that her rider was female, so there would be no confusion with her elided name in future, when someone interested in the inane history such records held read it long after the girl and her black green were gone.
V'than and brown Saruth, fisher. Siorreya and green Amagetith, glasscraft. Maz'ru and blue Quilath, harper. Vitra and blue Tucseth. The girl looked possibly too young for a craft, or perhaps was never meant for one, coming from a Hold. There were those still that did not think girls belonged in the crafthalls. Of course there were those that just never took up a craft either, it was not the path for everyone. Shaking his head slightly, he continued writing as the next girl introduced herself. Muze and green Rylath, fisher. He paused, then added in a note about the relation between her and V'than.
When it came to Kalzen's turn, he hesitated in his recording, looking over at the boy and his little green. He'd never heard of a boy choosing not to elide. Hm. There was always the chance he just hadn't settled on a name yet. Most boys had a name picked out in candidacy, but it wasn't unheard of for them to wait and deliberate a few days. Kalzen* and green Lepsuth, fisher. He would change it later. The next girl elided her name as well. D'rew hardly cared either way, but he did wonder if the tradition was increasing in popularity among new female riders as he recorded their names. Ts'lar and green Serenth, farmer. S'goi of bronze Ramacuth, weyrbred. He managed not to roll his eyes at the prideful way the young man shared his lineage. If he was weyrbred he ought to know better than to think his bloodline had any bearing on anything here. That nonsense was for the Holds.
Siorreya's comment didn't go overheard by D'rew and he frowned at the girl, “Siorreya, it's true that bloodline does not matter in the Weyr,” he cast a quick look at S'goi, “But there's no point in instigating over it.” After another moment, he nodded to Joia to go next so they could move on, perhaps trying to use the curiosity of her little white as a bit of a distraction. Joia and white Tellamuth, weaver. When No'va did his introduction he wasn't quite sure what to write about the boy's strange brown. No'va and brown Alduntulath. After a moment he made note of the black markings covering much of the brown's hide. Though the boy made no mention of his own bloodline, that was to be expected from what S'bol had told him of Novarel before they'd all been sent back. He didn't want to be judged by it. D'rew still made a note of it, however.
A brown came trotting over then, followed shortly by his new rider, and D'rew raised an eyebrow at the pair. He was mildly amused by the young man blaming his dragon's distraction, but he also didn't doubt it. Hatchlings new to the world tended to be quite a handful, after all. “Try not to make a habit of it,” was all he said in response, though the trace of amusement in his tone suggested he was not terribly upset over it, today at least. With that he went back to recording, adding the young man and his dragon's names. E'san and brown Norioth, glasscraft. The introductions continued, and finally came to an end with one of the new blueriders. I'an and blue Delphith, weyrbred. B'rax ought to be pleased his nephew had Impressed on this venture. Musing to himself, he considered the distinct lack of weyrbred weyrlings on the list and the great many crafters. Adjusting to their new lives ought to be fun, not that being weyrbred prepared you much better for caring for a hatchling, but at least they were used to Weyr culture already.
“Now that introductions are out of the way. The next month of your lives will be entirely consumed with simply caring for your new lifemates and getting used to your new bond, learning about your lifemate's own unique personality as they learn about you and the world in general. They will require your guidance, now more than ever, but they will never stop needing it. Dragons are wonderful and intelligent creatures, but they have their own limitations. Their memories for one will require them to depend on you to remind them of important things, and is a major reason for much of the repetitive lessons and duties you'll have, both throughout weyrlinghood and after you've graduated. Repetition of tasks will keep them fresh in your dragon's mind.”
“Along with feeding, bathing, and oiling in a near constant cycle, I suggest you get to know your classmates better over the next month. For all intents and purposes, this class will be your first 'Wing', and Wingmates need to know and trust each other to work well together. This doesn't mean you have to like each other,” he couldn't help but glance between Siorreya and S'goi, “But it does mean you need to be able to be civil and cooperate when it really matters. It might not affect much now, but if you're going to be full fledged riders one day you may very well end up having to depend on someone you don't get along with to save your life in the middle of Fall. When someone's life is on the line, it shouldn't matter who said what on the ground. You're no longer hopeful candidates, you are future riders, and now is the time to start acting like it.”
He let that statement sit for a moment, casting his gaze over the group and relaxing slightly, “Does anyone have any immediate concerns or questions about anything?”
No'va :: Brown Alduntulath
Shrugging at Joia's inquiry about his own hands, No'va held out another piece of meat for Aldy, “They sting a little, but it's not too bad. I'm glad I could help.” He grinned over at her, “Probably a good thing I Impressed this time. Who knows how I would'a gotten hurt next hatching.” He had been told he might have some light scarring on his fingers after they'd healed. Then he'd have scars from both the hatchings he'd attended. He snorted, “If I even got to go to another hatching. My mother probably would have made me come home.” His father might have convinced her to let him try again after the last one, but if she found out he'd been hurt a second time? Even his father would probably agree with her and have him brought home.
But there was no going home now. He turned a fond gaze to his brown and reached out to tap the dragon on his muzzle, which had him blinking in surprise. What was that for?
“Cuz I wanted to,” he grinned. Aldunatuth huffed, confusion over his rider's actions whirling between their bond. No'va laughed, nodding as Joia commented on his new name, “It's not that different from what everyone already called me anyhow. I don't mind if you still just call me Nova.” And then his attention was caught by one of the new greenriders shuffling over to them, “Hey there!” Before any more could be said, one of the other brownriders arrived, the brown making straight for Muze, and so his new rider took a seat not far from them as well. Alduntulath eyed the other brown briefly And No'va felt strings of mild disapproval from his dragon.
“What?” he asked, glancing over at Norioth, who didn't appear to be doing anything wrong.
Irresponsible, Alduntulath sniffed, pressing for more food and ignoring his brown cousin.
“You're still hungry? It's almost gone,” he picked out one of the last pieces of meat in the bucket and handed it over as the introductions continued, half trying to pay attention but mostly just distracted by trying to get a good look at everyone's dragons.
At last D'rew spoke up again, and with Aldy finished eating at last and settled by his side, eyes half lidded as his meal settled and tiredness saturated their bond, No'va attempted to listen rather than curl up with the brown for a nap. It was a strange feeling, because he still felt full of energy, and yet his mind felt a bit muddled and his eyes kept trying to drop closed. He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand, and shook his head. When D'rew asked for questions he raised his hand, “Do we... do we always feel everything our dragons feel?”
D'rew laughed lightly, “To various extents. Over time the both of you can learn to separate yourselves to some extent, so you'll know what each other is feeling without it entirely affecting you, most of the time. But the more intense the emotion or the physical sensation, pain for instance, the harder it will be to determine just which of you is really the one feeling it. During mating flights, you will be entirely consumed by your dragon, there is no escaping that reality. During Fall, your dragon's scores will feel like your own, and yours will be theirs. Over the next several months you'll be given exercises to practice both delving deeper into your bond with your lifemate, and also in separating yourselves. There are uses for both.”