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A Stitch in Time; Feldspar lesson in harness repair!
Topic Started: Aug 29 2012, 08:06 PM (385 Views)
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It probably would have taken Harker less time to arrange all of his student's tools if it weren't for Jovanka's assistance. The bronze flit, clearly not the brightest creature on Pern, kept squawking in dismay every time Harker set down one of the many strangely shaped awls, picking up the things by their bone handles and carrying them hurriedly back to the Mastertanner. Of course, the man couldn't fault his flit in the slightest, as he had painstakingly trained Jovanka to do just this; find fallen tools and retrieve them posthaste.

"It's alright, lad, leave these ones be," he said when the little bronze, his eyes whirling swiftly with excessive anxiety, brought him a hole punch and a pawful of stitching thread. "Good job, you've earned your keep today. Lots of meat when we're through with this lesson." Trilling happily, Jovanka leaped onto Harker's shoulder and crouched there, neck curving as he eyed all of the tools indulgently. "Let's see, small class, so's this ought be enough for it, aye?"

The space he had commandeered for the lesson was fairly large, and he had even managed to wrangle two large tables and benches with the help of several nervous kitchen workers. After a half hour's worth of set up, he had the makings of a very bizarre sort of dinner party. In the middle of each table, piled like a haphazard centerpiece, was a large tangle of old riding straps. Set at intervals along the tables were collections of strange looking tools and spools of very coarse, strong thread. Propped on the wall beside Harker were two rolls of very tough, heavy leather. Moving one around like it was a loaf of bread, Harker grunted and rubbed Jovanka's eyebrow ridge. "Even if these upstarts are late," he reasoned, "I'll just pop back into the kitchen for another mug o' ale."

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Gale strode quickly across the Weyrbowl, her gait hovering just below jogging. She had been looking forward to this lesson. As a former Weaver - nearly a Journeyman - she expected to excel at it. Not that she didn't expect the leather to present a challenge, but if anyone knew sewing and repair, it had to be a Weaver. She just hoped Sisco, riding on her shoulder like always, wouldn't cause any problems. Learning to share her with a dragonet had mellowed the tiny brown a little, but he was still very possessive.

Morinmoth paced evenly beside Gale, hardly needing to exert herself to keep up with the short-legged woman. The young green's eye's whirled blue-green as she calmly took in the Weyr's morning business. She knew this lesson would not offer her anything to keep herself busy with, but Gale's anticipation cheered her. That anyone could look so forward to tying bits of beast-hide together amused Morinmoth no end, but she was glad Gale was happy.

When they reached the entrance to the lower caverns, Gale gave Morinmoth a peck on the nose and a quick farewell before hurrying inside. The little green sat down contently and looked back toward the barracks in anticipation of the arrival of her siblings.

Gale walked into the lesson room with a big smile on her face. He walked slowly around the table, bending to examine the tools their Master had laid out. When she reached the far side she took notice of him and waved sheepishly, embarassed that she hadn't seen him straight off.

"Good morning, Mastertanner," she said as she seated herself. "I'm Gale, and this is Sisco. I left Morinmoth outside. She said she could watch by peeking at my thoughts while I worked, so she didn't mind staying in the Weyrbowl. And I thought a dragonet might get in the way in here...plus, she might have a chance to play with some of the other Weyrlings while we're working."

The young rider sat on her hands, still smiling and still a bit shy around this new person.
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No I will not wait out in the Weyrbowl. Are you ashamed of me?

Fiadelth marched right past Morinmoth with her head held high and her tail swaying indignantly behind her. Despite her lofty attitude, she was still quite small enough to fit into the lower caverns and there was no way she was going to be left behind! She quickly caught up to her rider and shoved her head rudely against his side before falling into step next to him.

Well?

N'iro smiled despite himself. He hadn't really thought telling her to stay put would work; his dragon liked to march to her own tune and didn't like being left behind. As long as she wasn't causing trouble, she'd be alright for this particular lesson. "Of course not, beautiful," he murmured to her. She puffed up visible at the compliment. "I just didn't want you feeling cramped."

You'll need me there to supervise. I will put up with whatever dusty little hovel I have to sit in if it means making sure that you do things right.

"Oh of course."

N'iro still had his customary smile on his face when he swept into the room with Fiadelth at his side and three fire lizards following shortly behind. He gave a cheery wave to Gale and an apologetic look to the Mastertanner. "I hope it's alright if I brought Fiadelth. She was...very interested in the lesson. Didn't want to leave my side."
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For once, B'usc arrived at a lesson fairly promptly, though one supposed they could credit this entirely to the dragonet that was aggressively pushing him forward. Taiuth's head proceeded to bonk B'usc repetitively in the back, one could even hear the hard 'pff' noise it made every time as the pair approached. The gruff nudging made his rider botch closing the buttons on his shirt almost every time. B'usc wasn't allowed to stand still and fuss with his clothes he should have been wearing hours ago, Taiuth had enough of his consistent laziness and took the matter into his own clawed hands.

Wake up, oh WAKE UP! Stop fighting me on this and just walk normally!

B'usc arrived at an awkward, jerky half-hearted step, urged relentlessly forward by Taiuth, and his brown proceeded to glare at him from the doorway. He was watching him. Still groggy-eyed and not fully present B'usc lets out a hearty, loud yawn, straightening his spine and stretching his arms out wide, nearly striking someone in the head beside him as he passed them up--or maybe he had, that was unclear. He blinked and ducked defensively, at last aware he was standing near to N'iro, and B'usc wondered if he had successfully and accidentally smacked his friend in the face.

"Oh, N'iro! Hey."

His green eyes were half-lidded, and B'usc wore a telling confused look. He was only partially aware there was a lesson today, that he arrived at said lesson. What lesson was it again? What...was there food here?
Why, what. Where was he again? His hair was a mess, sticking up in various places, his face was scratchier looking than usual and B'usc's clothes looked only half secure.

Clearly this man was used to more beauty sleep than this, or he needed a powerful cup of klah.

Apologies. says Taiuth, this time to the Mastertanner and N'iro. He did this too often.
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He could have just as easily left the teaching of the weyrling classes to one of his journeymen, he often thought. Not only would they revel in the dragon ride to the Weyr, but it would free up that much more of his day. But no, he schlepped himself out to the Weyr on a runner, still terrified as ever of even a few moments adragonback, leaving his work untended to for most of the day, and sometimes into the next day if he was staying the evening as was often offered. The reason he didn't do such a thing was simple; he enjoyed teaching. Well, that and he couldn't trust either of his journeymen to instruct a class of malleable young minds the way they ought to be instructed. But mostly he loved instructing the weyrlings, most of them eager-eyed youngsters who came out the better for learning a few things.

Gale's wondering examinations of the leatherworking tools made him smile a bit as he made the final preparations. This was what he lived for, the chance to pass on some of his craft, remedial as his teaching might prove for these weyrlings. Jovanka chirred a soft welcome to the greenrider and to Sisco, his eyes a welcoming blue-green.

"That's well, girl, that's well," he said agreeably as she explained about her dragon. "I'm sure Morinmoth'll have a good deal more fun outside than cooped up in here. Specially since I put any young dragons I find to work," he added, swinging around to regard N'iro and Fiadelth. "You've a staunch friend and protector in that little beauty of yours," he observed, looking the dragonet up and down. "Well, young miss," he addressed Fiadelth directly, "anyone attending a class of mine is required to learn and put effort into her attendance. You included."

Jovanka trilled in delight at the appearance of three more flits, waving his wings enthusiastically at the other members of his kind. But he was in work mode, now as he sat on Harker's shoulder, and had to be professional. It was quite difficult, of course, as he wanted nothing more than to socialize!

One of the older members of this current group fairly stumbled in to Harker's amusement. "Can't have you stabbing your own finger off, can we? Jovanka," he added, giving the bronze careful instructions before sending him off into between. He beckoned for B'usc and the rest to have a seat as others filtered into the caverns. A few moments later, Jovanka blinked back into the lesson area, a mug clutched carefully in all four paws. "Atta lad," Harker murmured, wincing slightly as the cup sloshed and spattered a few drops of the still-hot drink on his hands. "Hardly a drop spilled. Guess I coulda asked for a kitchener to get it, but gotta show off," he said, shoving the klah at the sleepy brownrider. "Tell your dragon no apologies are needed," he said with a grin for Taiuth's contrite comment. "Fix me ten extra straps and try to be awake next time you've a lesson."

When everyone had been seated at the tables, Harker clapped his hands together loudly to get their attention. "Riding straps," he said as he walked to one of the tables and held up a strap. "These few pieces of leather are the difference between safety and a fall to your death. You've all seen how they work by now, and one strap, one faulty piece of equipment, is all it takes. What you're going to do today, my lambs, is learn how to check for wear on straps, how to fix 'em, and how to make your own straps. This'll be your job from now on, once your harnesses have been fitted and made, you will be the ones tending them. Your lives are in your own hands."

Letting that sink in, he tossed aside the strap he was holding and dove into the pile for another. "Leather cracks easily in the cold of between, even tough leather such as this. You have to tug it and bend it, looking for the cracks of cold. You also have to pull at the places where two pieces are stitched together, making sure the reinforcements are well snug. The first part of your lesson will be sorting through these piles of straps I've got here. I've some that are badly worn, some that are in perfect condition, and quite a few that are probably dangerous, but not outwardly so. Bend the leather, test it, pull it, check it. Sort your piles and I will check your work in fifteen minutes' time. So get going!!"
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"Come on Tynoth! Will you stop prancing about so that I can get to my lesson please?" Kess said with a smile on her face; she did ever so love her beautiful Blue but there were some days when she wished he would just stop preening and 'posturing' as R'jin had explained it was called. As per usual her unique Blue was prancing about, head held high, wings unfurled, tail held up as he lifted his feet high and skipped beside her. It took far longer than was necessary to get anywhere with him doing this however since he couldn't really see where he was going.

As she was about to enter the caverns she spotted one of the other Weyrling Dragon's. "Why don't you stay out here Tynoth? I think you'd be happier out here than stuck inside with me don't you?" She said softly, bending down and stroking his head.
This is true. I will stay here. You go learn. The Blue said, as though this had been HIS idea all along. He watched Kess leave before bounding over to Morinmoth. Hi! Mine's learning, is yours? We should play together!

Entering the room alone felt awkward; Kess hated attention being on her and now that Tynoth wasn't with her she suddenly felt very conscious of herself. She nodded to the Master Tanner and gave a small smile to the other Weyrlings in her class. Settling herself away from the others (she didn't know any of them well enough to talk to them of her own free will) she looked at the pile in front of her and set to work, wishing Tynoth had come in with her now...
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Can hear you just fine! Understood! Taiuth spoke to Harker. Most dragons did typically speak only to their bonded but Taiuth was not average by any means.

There was a delay in accepting the cup of klah as B'usc's mind caught up with the fact that he wasn't dreaming or just being wishful, it was indeed there and he was to take it. Harker was talking to him, and the brownrider's forehead creased heavily as he tried very hard to focus on what Harker was telling him. Taiuth was right, he had to wake up. From what he heard his disheveled appearance into the lesson had him doing more work, and he nodded to Harker and dragged himself to the seats. He fell into one heavily, leaning back and taking his first, deep gulp of hot klah. The smell alone was doing wonders for his mood, bringing him more into the present, aware. He listened to his teacher's introduction to their lesson in quiet, mulling over his words and enjoying his drink.

Half the klah gone after a moment or so, with a satisfied clunk it met the table, and B'usc looked down to the pile of scraps he was to sort. 'So get going!' was his cue to snatch up big handfuls outs of the pile and bring them close to himself for inspection.
B'usc already had to watch for cracks or thin sections of stone when he carved, so he certainly believed this lesson would be a cinch.

He realized after a few minutes of feeling, pulling and sorting, that his idea of a 'perfect condition' pile was a little high in comparison to the other two piles of 'worn' and 'dangerous'. Taiuth read into his rider's confusion and burst into the room, shuffling to B'usc's chair.
The dragon cannot bear watching B'usc get it wrong, and the swirling of yellow and red in Taiuth's eyes suggests the dragon is frustrated with his rider.

What is so hard? he grumbles, his neck sloping low to the table, tilting his head to get a better look at the straps B'usc had so far tested. Incorrect. Wrong. Also wrong. The dragon begins re-sorting B'usc's straps by gently picking them up in his mouth or nosing them along, with his rider's permission or not. B'usc can barely see around his dragon's bulk, and tries to reach for the table to contribute. He's met by a tail slapped in his face.

"Shaffit--really--yo--" B'usc mumbled. He couldn't get through at all.

Another precious minute goes by and Taiuth at last backs off, allowing B'usc to scoot his chair back into place and assess what his dragon had done. Taiuth hands him his cup of klah to finish, and B'usc does so. The rider lets out a small 'huh', surprised with his brown's choices. The piles seemed much more reasonable now, with 'worn' being the highest.
B'usc resumes taking straps and examining them, Taiuth carefully watching over his shoulder. Taiuth would put effort behind his attendance if all it meant was making sure B'usc's work had a second opinion. He preferred and itched for something harder than this to do, but, this was sufficient.
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N'iro reeled away from his friend, put a hand to his face, and somehow managed to smile and restrain his snarling dragon at the same time. Multitasking was a wonderful skill. Fiadelth didn't agree. The tiny grey strained against his arms, growling at both B'usc and the Mastertanner in irritation. She wouldn't really snap at them, he didn't think, but those teeth were plenty sharp and he didn't want to take that chance. "Enough, dearest. It was an accident."

Rude! He's rude! And that tanner person! She did settle down - snarling was so unladylike after all - but she still huffed at Harker. How presumptuous of him to tell me what to do. He has no authority over me. She sat and looked pointedly away from the man, turning her nose up snootily.

N'iro laughed apologetically and gave Harker a helpless shrug before settling in to listen to the actual lesson. His craft would see him sailing through this lesson with ease, he thought to himself. So he settled into a seat between Gale and B'usc and set right to it, shooting the brownrider a crooked grin when Taiuth seemed intent on doing all his work for him. "Looks like you've got a hard worker there. Fiadelth likes to leave the dirty work to me."

I like to leave that sort of work to the ones with hands to do it, his dragon corrected him tartly. She snorted and nudged Taiuth. Settle down, brown one. This is human work.
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Taiuth considers Fiadelth's words, tilting his head as he does so. Hmm... he ponders, eyes on the cherry-splashed miss grey, Human work, dragon work. Do not understand distinction. Me and Mine are one, equal. Where is the line? Have right to do anything he is capable of.

Focused on conversation with Faidelth, you would think Taiuth's attention would be less focused on the lesson. Instead, a slapping sound and a sharp curse breaks the monotony of it. Taiuth's tail had thwacked one of B'usc's hands, the young dragon spotting an error in judgment, and it had his bonded toss the strap back on the table in defeat. He pushed his chair out a bit, its legs screeching against the floor as he did so. Dramatically B'usc gestures for Taiuth to come forward, giving him a dirty look.

No need to be infantile. Taiuth scolds B'usc lightly, seeming amused by how easy it was to frustrate him. He picks up the wounded, marked strap in his teeth and puts it in the 'dangerous' pile.

B'usc sucks on the knuckle of one of his now tingling fingers, looking to N'iro after the 'hard working' comment. He lets out a brief, hard chuckle as he shakes out the burning numbness.

"It's like the lesson master gets up with me in the morning, eats with me in the morning, and sleeps with me at night. Yea he's...somethin else." Despite his words sounding like an opposing grumble, there a telling touch of affection in his voice.
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