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Weyrling Lesson: Mental Bond Exercises; Junior Weyrlings
Topic Started: Sep 25 2011, 08:17 AM (743 Views)
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C'ric met the weyrlings at the entrance to the Lower Caverns and led them single file deep into the maze of caverns. The hallways were still wide enough for the dragonets to pass through, but luckily Vaotentath couldn't fit. The brown had been more than clingy lately, not to C'ric, but to the Weyrlings. The dragon seemed to be constantly lurking around the barracks, trying to 'help' the dragonets whenever he could. That involved trying to carry one green dragonet across the Bowl yesterday. The little green didn't take to that very well...

She was mean. I do not think I'll help her again... Thank Faranth for that. I do think I should be helping, though. Not stuck up here. It's not my fault she was mean. C'ric shook his head, pushing away the brown's thoughts. You're up there because you don't fit in the caverns, Vao, not because of yesterday. But, please, please don't try to carry the weyrlings again.

C'ric stopped in a large open area of the caverns. Those that lived here would recognize this space as a common area. In any case the couches and chairs in the widened hallway should be a dead giveaway to the weyrlings. The Weyrlingmaster had not brought them here to sit around, though. They were here because of the room just off to the side of the lounge area.

The weyrlings slowly gathered in behind him, some immediately taking seats on the couches. Before they could begin chatting amongst themselves, C'ric spoke up. "I've brought you all here today to learn more about your dragons." C'ric smiled, "Yes, I know that sounds strange. You probably feel that after your Impression you know all there is to know about your dragon. In some ways that's true. You formed a bond... and I'm not even going to attempt to describe it. The point is each of you can understand the other's thoughts and feel what the other feels. Today's lesson is just going to build on that. When first go between that bond needs to be strong. The thoughts you give to your dragon and the thoughts your dragon gives to you need to be precise..."

"The room behind me is filled with items, some scattered on the floor and others on tables and shelves, all of which are within your dragon's reach. I'm going to send the dragons in one at a time after a single item. Once they are inside, I'll let the rider know what they are searching for. It'll be your job riders to describe the item accurately. I'll leave it up to you to figure out the best way of doing that, but be warned many things in there are very much alike. Dragons, once you think you've found the thing your rider told you go get just walk back out these doors carrying it. We'll see how you did. If you choose incorrectly the first time, I encourage you to try again after everyone else has gone.

"Now, for our first pair..."

((Basically the dragonets are being sent in to a large room full of stuff to collect one item. Needless to say these dragonets probably have no idea what their rider is talking about by the word alone. The weyrlings will have to describe the item through familiar terms, or transmit how the item would feel, or smell or taste, etc.

Feel free to private message me any questions and go in whatever order you choose. The list of what you're looking for is below.))


Bryn and Izaxth : Bow
Cayden and Fidaeth : Two Riding Straps Tied Together
Ilera and Kalbelirth : Redfruit
J'rel and Vesyth : Goggles
Jeselle and Ysaeth : Mug
K'ion and Tribayth : Plain White Cloth
L'dell and Xakoeth : Bucket of Water
M'cer and Tasoth : White Candidate Robes
R'ain and Auth : Plate
R'khor and Nysunth : Spool of Thread
R'nault and Krejuth : Empty Bucket
Senyrae and Bresaith : Single Riding Strap
Tieler and Sulath : Helmet
Trilla and Edivith : Cloth with a Checkered Pattern
V'silli and Epolith : Wingrider's Knots
X'sis and Arralth : Wooden Staff
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Krejuth bugles a greeting to his clutchmates as they gathered for the day's lesson. I hope this lesson is more interesting than the last. The young dragon commented as he followed his into the caverns and finally stopped in the commons area. This was a place he had not been to before and he looked about with brightly whirling blue green eyes. R'nault was curious, as most likely the rest of his classmates were, as to what the lesson would be. The Weyrlingmaster did not leave them waiting. Once they were all gathered he immediately launched into an explanation of what they would be doing.

R'nault listened quietly as C'ric spoke, and so did Krejuth. This lesson did seem to hold some interest for the Bronze. The task did not sound too difficult, but they had never done anything like this before. R'nault looked down at his dragon, it would be a good test of their bond. It is strong we will have no problem. The Bronze said confidently, turning his gaze up toward his.

When the Weyrlingmaster called out their names Krejuth stepped boldly forward, Good I will show you all how this is done. R'nault flushed a bit with his dragon's boast and hurried after him. The young dragon had no doubts as to their success, though R'nault was not so sure. He did not doubt in Krejuth's abilities, but his own. He feared letting his lifemate down, even in such a seemingly simple task as this. Alright Kre, off ya go. R'nault gave the dragon a final caress. Krejuth gave his a reassuring bump before he moved off and then disappeared into the room. I am ready mine what do I find? There are many things in here. R'nault swallowed and turned back to C'ric. He's ready sir. What do I need him to find?

An empty bucket, that was not so bad. Krejuth had certainly seen enough buckets around. His brow furrowed in concentration as he reached out for his waiting dragon. Kre I need you to find me an empty bucket. It should look like what I use when you are bathed. It should look something like this Closing his eyes R'nault pictured a bucket, trying to pass along the image to his dragon. I will look. The dragon answered. Krejuth looked about the room, There were things both on the floor and off. His wanted him to look for a bucket, and the image his had sent him was familiar to the bronze. Moving toward a table he sniffed a small item, it was shaped a bit like a bucket, but no it was too small, more like what his and others used to drink that liquid every morning. He could sense his growing a bit anxious. I have not found it yet, there is much to look at. Keep going I know you will find it. Of course I will! The young dragon snorted and something fluttered, but that definitely was not a bucket. He looked over a few more items before he came upon a bucket. Mine I have found a bucket. But there is water in it. He took a sip, hopefully no one would mind, and he was getting a little thirsty. No Kre it needs to be empty. Nothing should be in it.

Outside the room R'nault did his best to hide his nerves, though he kept shifting his weight and rubbing both hands together. Keep looking Kre. He sent encouraging thoughts to the young dragon, who seemed happy enough looking through the various items in the room. Krejuth left the bucket of water, looking about the room until. Ah there. It was probably for the best that no one else saw the Bronze's awkward canter toward a shelf. Stretching slightly he knocked a bucket from its perch, following it as it rolled to a stop. His would be pleased. He bit down on the rim and lifted the item. R'nault I am coming out. Looking less than graceful the Bronze exited the room with the bucket clamped between his jaws. Oh Kre! Well done. You did wonderfully. R'nault praised as he rushed over, hugging his dragon to him. He could not have been prouder. I told you it would not be a problem. He answered setting the bucket on the ground. R'nault chuckled, Come, I'm sure the others want their turn now. He could not help but step a little proudly as he and Krejuth moved back toward the Weyrling group.
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After listening to C’ric’s instructions from his comfortable place on one of the common room couches, M’cer sent Tasoth into the next room along with the other weyrlings. It was refreshing to be at a lesson without the older dragonets there to overshadow and excite the younger ones.

Tasoth stood with his neck arched, his body ready to react the moment M’cer told him what to do. Though he didn’t understand the silliness of this exercise, he would do his best to make his bonded proud. He was confident in he and M’cer’s mental prowess regardless.

Alright… M’cer began. White robes? This would be a piece of bubbly pie. Do you remember what I was wearing when we first met?

Of course. Do not insult me. It was a white thing, yes? Tasoth grumbled, pawing at the floor as he gazed out over the items spread before him. There were several white things: one in a cylindrical shape, a white square with a uniform pattern, a second square which was a bit more plain looking, and a third white thing bunched up on the ground. All of this he relayed to his lifemate.

It then occurred to M’cer that Tasoth might not recognize how the robe would appear off of a human’s body. Imagine what it would look like if it melted into a puddle on the floor. It will be made of cloth with many folds, in a pile. As he said this, he conjured an image in hid mind and pushed it across the mental link to Tasoth.

I think I have found it then. Scooping up the biggest white thing in the room with his teeth, Tasoth whirled around and stalked out of the chamber. All of the other weyrling beginning to swarm around was getting on his nerves and he would be glad to be back in the large, open common room.

“That’s the one!” M’cer grinned proudly and met his dragon as he exited the room. “Perfect.” Taking the robe from Tasoth, whom was squirming happily under the praise, he showed it to C’ric. Only Krejuth had made it out of the room before Tasoth.

Having become more aware of the color and rank differences since his Hatching, the brown tossed his head arrogantly and snorted in R’nault’s direction. I can match any bronze.

“Don’t be rude,” M’cer chided, rolling his eyes, and added to R'nault with a kindly smile. “Don’t mind him. He’s always this grouchy.”
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Mine I could find you something else. The young Bronze offered. This game was fun and he had enjoyed finding the item his had wanted. Sorry Kre you just needed to get the bucket, the rest is for the others to get for theirs. R'nault explained. Looking up he spotted M'cer's Brown Tasoth exciting the room with a white robe. The boy looked on surprised as the Brown snorted in his and Krejuth's direction.

The Bronze turned a long look Tasoth when have I said you were not? He inquired, maybe too politely. I do thank you for the complement though. Krejuth! R'nault said in dismay, turning toward M'cer and shrugged. Don't worry about it. I think Krejuth found it amusing more than anything. R'nault was a little surprised by Tasoth's comment, though not offended. I didn't realize color really meant anything to them yet.
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Her seat on the couch was a comfortable one, feet propped up on the arm of the adjacent piece of furniture, arms slung behind her in a picture of perfect ease. Izaxth ranged along her feet, head resting delicately on Bryn's lap, looking for all the world sweet and devoted. Bryn's fingers danced along the garnet's headknobs, attention wholly focused on her bonded until it needed to be elsewhere.

C'ric's instructions were simple enough. Bryn didn't think it'd be hard to let her dragon know what it was that she was supposed to be fetching. After all, Izaxth practically lived inside of her head, and already understood Bryn with more clarity than Bryn herself probably did. Her dragon looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her instructions.

Okay. Uhm...a bow is a weapon. It's...it's got one flat side, and then a big curve. Bryn made the shape of a bow with her fingers, trying to make sure that Izaxth understood what she was trying to communicate. Her dragon continued to simply stare at her, until Bryn remembered that she could send images across their mental bond.

Concentrating, Bryn made herself remember back to the time that her father had taken her to a trader's booth at a Gather, where various assorted weapons had been laid out on a table. She remembered her father being the most taken by the ornate bow, highly impressed with the smooth, shiny quality of the wood and how taught the string had been. Izaxth latched onto the memory, entranced not only by the warm, happy feelings it caused to wash over her, but by the thought of a younger Bryn, one who had existed without her.

With that unsettling thought in mind, Izaxth slinked into the room, intent on finding the object Bryn wanted her to. There was an odd assortment of unfamiliar objects scattered across the floor, and Izaxth cautiously poked at one of them, sending Bryn a metal image of it, with the question, This?

The sudden intrusion of a picture of a wooden staff in her brain startled Bryn, who grasped at the arm of the couch out of surprise. It was certainly a strange feeling, having someone else put thoughts and images into your head. No, not that. Curved, remember?

The young garnet continued her search, feeling all the more frustrated the longer it went on. Other dragons had already emerged! She wasn't the first to come out with her prize, which as far as Izaxth was concerned, meant that she was losing. When she finally did escape the dim room with the bow held delicately in her maw, it was with sour grapes that she accepted Bryn's praise.
♥ Marble Wingleader Bryn & Garnet Izaxth ♥ Shale Wingrider A'yar & Copper Sith ♥ Ruby Class Weyrlings Ayanna & Copper Acosezeth ♥ Sandstone Wingrider Gwen & Brown Eamith ♥ Dragonhealer/Amber Wingrider T'ian & Blue Kyzzith ♥ Shale Wingrider H'ic & Green Cearth ♥Marble Wingrider L'aal & Graphite Aelith ♥ Steel Squad Tosst & Grey Tosk ♥ Brass Squad Heliodor & Green HeskAilwyn, dragon candidate ♥ Black Weyrling B'wen & Black Tristonth

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Nysunth had been chomping at the bit to be first, wiggling and snaking his neck from side to side in anticipation. R'khor placed a reassuring hand on him, telling him it would be good for other pairs to go first, so they could see what the lay of the game was. The blue grumpily settled his wings against his body and watched as Krejuth strutted into the room.

He's going to take everything! There will be nothing left for me to bring you. Send me in, I will get everything you ask me to get, before he does. Nysunth's tail lashed eagerly against R'khor's heels, causing the boy to wince slightly.

"Every dragon only brings out one thing, Nysunth. We'll have our turn. Listen to the teacher, would you?" R'khor sighed, shaking his head indulgently at his dragon's burning desire to do everything and anything, so long as he did it better than any other dragon on Pern could ever do it. Giving the blue a reassuring eyebrow scratch, he felt the dragonet's momentary tantrum melt beneath his ministrations. R'khor watched the faces of the other weyrlings as he tended to his dragon. Each one had a distinct 'concentration' face. He could oftentimes tell the exact moment they were speaking to their dragon just by the far-off look that becalmed their faces, followed by a strained expression to try and reach for an appropriate image.

Our turn! Nysunth sang out happily, nudging R'khor to get his attention. The pair headed over to the designated spot. With a nod from the Weyrlingmaster, Nysunth pranced happily into the room. His eyes whirled happily at the sight of all the interesting, curious items. Immediately, he headed toward the checkered cloth, which had caught his attention straightaway as R'khor grappled with the image he was given to project. Having spent a goodly amount of time learning the rudimentary essentials of patch repair for his garments, he had a fairly good idea of the image to send to his dragon. However, before he could even try he was bombarded with checkerboard pattern, the image bathed in an overtone of pure happiness.

Put it down, Ny. That's not what we're looking for. The image faded, a faint touch of indignant disappointment washing them away. You want something like this, he added before Nysunth could search out another object to become enamored with. R'khor focused on the spool of thread he had most recently used, a large one of coarse thread suitable for mending patches in roughspun breeches. Do you see this?

No. I see... A spool with a coil of fine, almost iridescent white thread, most likely used for touching up faulty seams on candidate robes is suddenly all R'khor can see. I will keep looking for your thing.

No! That's it! Nysunth's mental wave of elated enthusiasm nearly knocked his rider over. R'khor wiped his brow and told Nysunth to mind that he didn't bite down too hard on the thread, or it would become tangled in his teeth. When the blue emerged from the room, eyes whirling a proud emerald, with the spool balanced delicately in his jaws R'khor let out a small whoop. His dragon's joy was buoying him, and he threw his arms around Nysunth's slender neck in delight. "That was great!" He shouted, face pinking for a moment as he realized how excited he had just become over a spool of thread. Of course, he was quite certain that the current group in this room was not one to begrudge him such sentiments.
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C'ric was right. V'sili did feel as if he knew everything about Epolith. To him, their bond was indeed indescribable, so it seemed odd that something that was so strong already could grow stronger. He did not doubt the Weyrlingmaster's words, though; the man knew what he was talking about.

This seemed to be an interesting lesson anyway. And in any case, V'sili appreciated anything that would strengthen his bond with Epolith. The brown was the most important thing in his life and V'sili would never, never shirk any of his duties as a Weyrling or a rider. Never.

The item assigned to him and Epolith was a set of rider's knots. V'sili held back a grimace as he learned his assignment - know that he thought about it, he couldn't easily recall a decent mental image of rider's knots. He couldn't seem to find the right words to describe them either.

Epolith could sense his rider's unease and, burbling encouragingly, bumped against him. We will do fine. I trust you. The way the brown crooned adoringly suggested that V'sili could do no wrong, but the lad knew better.

When Nysunth emerged from the room, Epolith chirped and trotted forward, determining that it was their turn now and no one had better contest it. He disappeared from sight and paused, regarding the items laid out with wide, interested eyes. What are we looking for?

Out in the hallway, V'sili concentrated. Rider's knots. They, ah... erm... V'sili immediately trailed off as he wracked his brain for an adequate description. They, em, look like... rope. Sort of. Like rope that's been twisted together. He tried to paint a vivid image of rope, then of the knots. He was met with confusion from Epolith's end and frowned. Ah, we've seen riders wear them. On their shoulders. Like this. He then projected the image of a rider and the loop on their shoulder - it was easier to image the item with context.

Epolith stepped slowly, keeping these images in mind as he examined the items at his feet. There was one that looked sort of like rope; Epolith stepped towards it and sent a mental inquiry to his rider. No, no, that's the riding straps. It'll be smaller, more... ah... ehm... fancy. Loopy.

Fancy and loopy. The brown moved on, focusing harder on the images V'sili sent him. They were getting clearer; Epolith's understanding of the item was increasing. Now, he just had to find it... there! With a triumphant chirrup, the brown trotted forward and scooped up the knots. I found them. These?

The mental picture that Epolith projected, albeit slightly distorted and fuzzy, was strong enough that V'sili easily recognized the knots. Yes! He beamed widely as his dragon loped easily out of the room and deposited the knots at his feet with a happy gurgle and a silent demand that he be scratched.
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Even though they had technically completed their lesson, the old wooden bow clutched firmly in Bryn's hand, Izaxth wasn't ready to head off just yet, intent on socializing with her peers. Epolith she recognized, and brushed her snout fondly against his shoulder as she passed, remembering him for how friendly he'd been. It helped that Epolith's was a good friend of Bryn's, only further cementing in her mind that they should be comrades, as well. Epolith wasn't her main target, though, and she kept walking, careful to keep her wings trimmed to her back in the confined space of the corridor.

Nysunth, while technically her clutchsibling, was not one of the dragonets that Izaxth had made an effort to speak to yet, and she parked herself in front of the blue and his weyrling, turning inquisitive eyes on the pair. You got your thing so fast! She exclaimed, though jealousy lurked under the compliment. Bryn took her time ambling after her dragonet, tapping the bow gently against her thigh as she walked. She'd seen R'khor around but had never made an effort to befriend him, having been mostly preoccupied with chores and other social obligations. But Izaxth seemed keen on striking up a rapport, and if it was taking her mind off of her own 'poor' performance earlier, Bryn had no issues with it.

It is so small, too. Did you almost eat it on accident?

While her dragon continued her questioning, Bryn focused on R'khor, the corner of her lip lifting in a smirk. "Hey," she said, dropping onto the couch nearest the bluepair. "Don't think I ever got your name?"

Well it's not like you gave him yours.
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Nysunth found his path blocked by the larger garnet and stopped accordingly, tail waving in languid greeting. It was near me, otherwise I would have had to walk to find it. It WAS very small, but so am I. Nysunth inclined his head up to bump his muzzle against the garnet's briefly, eyes whirling a congenial green. Your thing was big, so it took a big strong to carry it back. I could not have carried that back. I would still be there if it were my thing..


R'khor smiled at Bryn, trying to tamp down the insecurity he felt at talking to a girl who wasn't his sister and wasn't riding against him in a race. Besides, this girl was a garnetrider now so if she had been formidable before, she was moreso. Nysunth cheerfully dismissed the notion, the idea of supplicating in the face of rank seemed to have missed him completely. Not altogether a fantastic development, but it did help to embolden R'khor.

"I'm R'khor. I've sort of been on the outskirts, so I don't find that hard to believe. This is Nysunth. Your dragon is beautiful," he added, the rote phrase said in utter earnest as he looked admiringly at Izaxth.
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Izaxth preened, deciding she liked the pleasant company that her blue sibling provided. As long as he kept up the compliments everything would be sweet as sugar. I will be very big one day, and even stronger! She examined Nysunth for a moment, looping her tail about to lay it primly over her forepaws as she sat. You will get bigger and stronger, too. Our mother is big and smart, and so will we be.

Bryn placed a fond hand on her dragon's head, mindlessly caressing the crimson headknobs. "Outskirts, eh? What for? None of us bite too hard." She glanced down at her dragonet, and tacked on, "'cept for maybe Izaxth."

It was hard to find any of her fellow weyrlings the least bit threatening. Even the senior weyrlings, for all their extra months, seemed hardly worth a cringe. "I'm Bryn. And this, like I said, is Izaxth." The garnet peeled her attention from Nysunth just long enough to glance mildly at R'khor before returning to whatever conversation she was having. Bryn wasn't really paying attention, but it must have been truly riveting. When R'khor's compliment registered, she laughed, rubbing the closest eyeridge. "She is a beauty, yeah," she drawled, a certain level of smugness creeping into her tones. "I can't wait until she gets all grown up." Remembering what little etiquette she retained, Bryn quickly said, "And your blue is real handsome, too. Izz thinks he's good with compliments."
♥ Marble Wingleader Bryn & Garnet Izaxth ♥ Shale Wingrider A'yar & Copper Sith ♥ Ruby Class Weyrlings Ayanna & Copper Acosezeth ♥ Sandstone Wingrider Gwen & Brown Eamith ♥ Dragonhealer/Amber Wingrider T'ian & Blue Kyzzith ♥ Shale Wingrider H'ic & Green Cearth ♥Marble Wingrider L'aal & Graphite Aelith ♥ Steel Squad Tosst & Grey Tosk ♥ Brass Squad Heliodor & Green HeskAilwyn, dragon candidate ♥ Black Weyrling B'wen & Black Tristonth

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