Post by Esko on Apr 7, 2018 23:22:24 GMT -5
The southern sun beat down on the training grounds, relentless in its ways. Kl'an had learned not to complain at this point; it was no worse than what he'd experienced on the boat. The brownrider stood in his riding leathers, waiting for the rest of the Wing to arrive. Today, they'd be practicing mock Threadfall. He'd be an old man by the time the Red Star reared its ugly head. Still, as a dragonrider, he stoutly believed in Thread and knew that it would someday return. It was important to pass down the skills through generations of dragonriders to prepare. One by one, riders appeared with their dragons in tow. His own Callibreth stood beside him, with his head held high and chest puffed. Today, drills were different.
They were Wingseconds now.
Strangely, I don't feel any different as a Wingsecond. The brown mused, as a familiar man strolled towards them. He wore a stupidly-wide grin on his face, revealing a few missing teeth.
"Hey hey, it's the man of the candlemark!" He cackled, giving him a hearty pat on the shoulder. "I know you've worked hard for it, so congrats! Valysinth says congrats too."
Valysinth, P'nul's green. The man had been Kl'an's best friend since he'd first come to Southern. They'd stuck together through everything, and even woke up together awkwardly after Callibreth successfully wooed the green. So he wasn't surprised to see him be the first to congratulate him on his promotion. A few other men came up to give their words, but soon enough it was time to enter formation. The Wingleader barked orders at them, and commands were passed down through dragons. "Thread" was flung into the air for them to burn, as the day slowly became hotter and hotter. Kl'an took gulps from a waterskin every so often, and wiped the sweat from his forehead almost constantly. It was getting a bit too hot, now.
All in all, the man was finding he could do his job very well. He passed on orders when needed, and found no difficulty in doing so. Kl'an smiled. He would enjoy being Wingsecond, and would hopefully keep the position for a long time. We will, Mine. Our leader will see that he picked well.
'I know. Now keep flaming.' However, suddenly a commotion rose from the back of the wing. What's going on? Callibreth growled, and another dragon informed him of the problem. It is R'gio and Woperinth. They have come.
Woperinth? Kl'an growled. That was the senior Weyrling blue who'd been barred from graduating due to his sheer ditziness. Rumor had it, the blue was so dumb, he presented himself as a danger to a Wing structure. What was he doing here? Woperinth. Land on the ground immediately. Callebrith warned, as the Wingleader ordered the Wing to land. Some of the dragons obeyed, but Valysinth hissed at the blue, who'd begun flaming fake Thread. He turned his head at the sound...and then a blast of flame forced itself from his gut. The fire hit the green's face and neck, as well as parts of a wing.
Time passed too fast from then on. One thing happened after another. Valysinth screamed, careening forward uncontrollably. P'nul cried for help, as his green's wing burned to shrivels. Her face was melting, flaming, the smell of charred flesh filling Kl'an's nose. He wanted to puke. "Kl'an, watch out!" A call sounded, and Callibreth realized the flaming green was headed right towards him. The brown tried to drop, but he was a moment too late. The two dragons collided, flame passing from one body to another. Searing pain. Bellows and screams. Dripping ichor. The snapping of straps. Kl'an found himself falling, plunging towards the hard ground. 'Callibreth! Callibreth, stay with me!' He pleaded, but to no avail. With final creels, the two dragons vanished from the sky.
Everything seemed to fade, as Kalahan landed on a dragon's back. He hoped he didn't wake up.
They were Wingseconds now.
Strangely, I don't feel any different as a Wingsecond. The brown mused, as a familiar man strolled towards them. He wore a stupidly-wide grin on his face, revealing a few missing teeth.
"Hey hey, it's the man of the candlemark!" He cackled, giving him a hearty pat on the shoulder. "I know you've worked hard for it, so congrats! Valysinth says congrats too."
Valysinth, P'nul's green. The man had been Kl'an's best friend since he'd first come to Southern. They'd stuck together through everything, and even woke up together awkwardly after Callibreth successfully wooed the green. So he wasn't surprised to see him be the first to congratulate him on his promotion. A few other men came up to give their words, but soon enough it was time to enter formation. The Wingleader barked orders at them, and commands were passed down through dragons. "Thread" was flung into the air for them to burn, as the day slowly became hotter and hotter. Kl'an took gulps from a waterskin every so often, and wiped the sweat from his forehead almost constantly. It was getting a bit too hot, now.
All in all, the man was finding he could do his job very well. He passed on orders when needed, and found no difficulty in doing so. Kl'an smiled. He would enjoy being Wingsecond, and would hopefully keep the position for a long time. We will, Mine. Our leader will see that he picked well.
'I know. Now keep flaming.' However, suddenly a commotion rose from the back of the wing. What's going on? Callibreth growled, and another dragon informed him of the problem. It is R'gio and Woperinth. They have come.
Woperinth? Kl'an growled. That was the senior Weyrling blue who'd been barred from graduating due to his sheer ditziness. Rumor had it, the blue was so dumb, he presented himself as a danger to a Wing structure. What was he doing here? Woperinth. Land on the ground immediately. Callebrith warned, as the Wingleader ordered the Wing to land. Some of the dragons obeyed, but Valysinth hissed at the blue, who'd begun flaming fake Thread. He turned his head at the sound...and then a blast of flame forced itself from his gut. The fire hit the green's face and neck, as well as parts of a wing.
Time passed too fast from then on. One thing happened after another. Valysinth screamed, careening forward uncontrollably. P'nul cried for help, as his green's wing burned to shrivels. Her face was melting, flaming, the smell of charred flesh filling Kl'an's nose. He wanted to puke. "Kl'an, watch out!" A call sounded, and Callibreth realized the flaming green was headed right towards him. The brown tried to drop, but he was a moment too late. The two dragons collided, flame passing from one body to another. Searing pain. Bellows and screams. Dripping ichor. The snapping of straps. Kl'an found himself falling, plunging towards the hard ground. 'Callibreth! Callibreth, stay with me!' He pleaded, but to no avail. With final creels, the two dragons vanished from the sky.
Everything seemed to fade, as Kalahan landed on a dragon's back. He hoped he didn't wake up.