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CALCITE LESSON : Mind Your Manners; Calcite Month 7 Lesson with T'ian
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It had seemed appropriate to hold the lesson in the dining hall, as most of what they would be learning today would be how to practice passable etiquette. Also, Calcite was a fairly large weyrling class, and they would probably behave better if they weren't squeezed shoulder to shoulder. T'ian had arranged four long tables into a square, of which he stood in the middle, arms folded primly behind his back.

He waited for them all to trickle in, greeting them all with quiet 'hello's and quick upward twists of his mouth. Once they seemed settled, he executed a slow circle-turn so that he could look at them all for at least a moment, taking note of any empty chairs. He'd set out the exact number that he would need for their class - twenty two. Any weyrling that showed up late for the lesson would be penalized with extra chores. Being late simply was not something that a dragonrider did, and it was high time that they learned.

"You are a part of a prestigious force, a member of the highest guardians of Pern. As a Dragonrider, you are to conduct yourself with that knowledge in the forefront of your mind at all times. Dragonriders do not descend into petty arguments. Dragonriders do not shame their fellows or bring catastrophe or dishonor to their Weyr. Dragonriders are where they say they will be, when they say they will be."

And if they didn't do all of those things, they very well should, but T'ian was not going to mention that to his impressionable charges.

He paused, turning to address a different side of the square of tables. "On the rare occasion that you are invited into a Hold, perhaps on a searching mission or for something more diplomatic, you will not behave like an animal. You will not give the holderfolk any reason to sneer or cast doubt upon the Weyr and its inhabitants."

He turned smartly on his heel to face the third side of the ring of tables. "Before you I have taken the trouble to set out what is the most common configuration of table settings used in Hold dining halls. For the duration of this lesson we will cover proper eating and speaking etiquette, appropriate compliments, and how to generally not be a complete boor."

Clearing his throat, he pointed at one weyrling, and said, "Please pick up the fork that you think would be best used for a salad."
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Singled out from the crowd, Raisa looked incredibly uncomfortable as she fumbled through the collection of utensils - first picking up one, before giving her head a violent shake and replacing it with another, soon to be similarly dismissed. It was painful to watch her hunting and pecking through the array of silverware, the brown weyrling sweating more profusely the longer it dragged on.

She hadn't even seen some of these before! Why in Faranth's name did you need a separate spoon for your soup and your dessert? Even back at Crom the most you'd see was a dented fork to go with your belt knife. Down to two plausible choices now, Raisa selected the smaller of her two forks to offer up to a coolly judging T'ian, presented upside down with her sweaty fingers pinching the tines.

"This?" Her voice was caught between apprehension and frustration. Prestigious her arse.
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C'nar sat next to Raisa, scowling despite being able to wear what he wanted for once. No his issue was with Dyath's CONSTANT insistence that he pay attention, even before the lesson had even started. The bronze was so intent on his rider acting proper that the idea of a lesson like this had the bronze squirming in delight. Course when T'ian started to speak and Dyath's voice sounded in C'nar's head to pay attention, the weyrling snapped a bit 'It would be easier without a certain bronze reminding me OVER the lesson.' Without an answer from Dyath he shook his head slightly and turned his attention back to T'ian, feeling Dyath focusing on what he was paying attention to, ready to remind him IF he strayed.

He winced slightly at the idea of having to be so proper, with attention on him while he ate. Doubtless though, as a bronze rider as he'd never be allowed to forget, he'd have to be on his best behavior outside of the weyr. As T'ian pointed, just barely missing him he felt his gut clench, looking to Raisa, by the look on her face she had as little idea as he did about which utensil was which. More than happy he wasn't the one who'd gotten picked, watching Raisa struggle and having no knowledge as to try to sneak her a right answer. When she offered the fork she finally chose he looked to T'ian for if she'd gotten it right or not.
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L'ey arrived promptly and quickly took his seat, for once not nervous in the least. Finally, a lesson that played to his strengths. Well...perhaps not a strength, but his existing knowledge at least. Most, if not all, of what they learned today would have been common practice for him as a child. The only thing that could have possibly cramped this lesson for him was Scow doing something unexpected. But, luckily, the bronze had elected to stay with Tartoreth and sun.

Keeping his posture straight, he watched T'ian with rapt attention. When prompted, he picked up the salad fork and held it prim and properly, his forearm - not his elbow - balanced on the table and his free hand on his lap. He glanced around at this classmates, hoping some of them would see him and catch on.




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E'ric hurried into the Dining Hall, face taut with uncharacteristic nerves. Butcher a beast for his dragon? Sure. Toss firestone around? Pie. Make some straps? Just fine. But, this? If he hadn't been so sure T'ian was a serious man he'd have thought this lesson was a joke. But, no. No, it was far too terrifying to be funny.

He licked his lips and glanced around as he took a seat next to Raisa. Why did they have to learn this nonsense? They were warriors, not diplomats. Well, most of them weren't at least. He could understand bronzeriders and queenriders receiving this lesson but...

He groaned inwardly as T'ian explained the purpose of the lesson. It was rubbish in E'ric's opinion, but that didn't make it any easier for him to come up with an argument for it. He gulped and glanced at Raisa's placesetting as T'ian gave them their first instruction. She was no help at all. The brownrider was obviously as lost as he was. Taking a chance he picked up the fork nearest his plate and held it up.
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Hanalei felt like her eyes would roll back into her skull if she wasn't actively trying to look like she gave a shaffit. She'd left Cyprath out in the Weyrbowl assuming the lesson would be of some interest but apparently she'd stepped back in time to when her parents had been trying to make a ''proper lady" out of her. She squirmed in her seat and longed for the comfort of her fire lizards or her dragon at her side.

I'm always here. Shall I describe what's going on in the Weyrbowl so you don't die of boredom?

Oh my Faranth, please do, Hana replied with obvious relief as she picked up what could be a salad fork. What did it matter what kind of utensil you ate a fardling salad with. No one in the dining hall ever gave a flying shaffit how you ate your food. Was this some sort of test of patience or was that bluerider actually serious?

As Cyprath filled her head with vivid imagery, Hana turned a despairing gaze to Lesley. If her friend was as bored as she was, at least she wasn't alone in here.
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Although the time had long passed since his growing green dragon could fit into the dining hall, M'tralt couldn't help but feel pangs of reminiscence as he walked into the hall for today's lesson, and briefly wished that Wuldiath could somehow pop out of between into the dining hall so that she could still accompany him. The brutish Weyrling couldn't help but wonder if that was normal; sure, anyone with a dragon couldn't live properly without their bonded charge, but at the same time, riders went to places indoors without their dragons all the time, and they seemed to get along just fine! Was he getting too clingy with his dragon? No such thing. You love me, as you very well should! The man grinned widely, imagining the brown-tipped green saying this as she preened her awesomeness to all of Pern.

"Mind if I sit here?" M'tralt asked of a certain waifish bluerider; he couldn't help but find the lad sort of cute, albeit perhaps too small and wiry for his tastes (or more realistically, so small that M'tralt felt like any sort of close physical activity with the other Weyrling would cause him to break and fall apart. He looked so fragile!). The greenrider grinned at L'ey as he did take the seat, a grimace falling over his features as the lesson was introduced. At first, M'tralt picked up a fork as far away from the proper fork, and then looked over at L'ey, slamming the first fork down on the table and picking up the same sort of fork that the other Weyrling had picked up. "This one, right?"
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Alexis had arrived in a timely fashion as always, looking stiff and cold as always, though when she saw who their teacher would be, her face hardened further if that were possible. So far they'd been lucky the last seven months to be scheduled with other Weyrlingmasters. But her luck wouldn't hold out that far, it was inevitable that she'd be stuck with this situation eventually.

Pulling herself up straight, she stalked to a seat next to Hanalei and smiled tersely at her before casting a glance down at the assembled silverware before her. Furrowing her brow, she tried to make sense of it. Sure, she was familiar with the shapes, the Smithcrafthall made the sharding things for the rest of Pern, but she'd never known what they were all for. She'd always filed them away as different sizes and configurations of fork for different sizes and configurations of people. Apparently not.

As T'ian began droning about their subject of the day, Alexis had to force herself not to groan at what she perceived as a highly pretentious speech.

Leaning slightly and turning to Hana, she whispered, "Is he serious right now? Look at him, rod shoved so far up his arse he can barely walk."

That's not nice! He's just doing his job. Well, maybe he is taking it a bit too seriously. WELL, maybe a bit really too seriously. Okay, it is pretentious. But surely it's important if it's important enough to teach? Lianth always liked to give everyone the benefit of the doubt until proven wrong.
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T'ian watched quietly, passively, as Raisa deliberated over her place setting, every once in a while flicking his eyes to one side or the other to inspect the rest of his class. A good number of them seemed to be paying rapt attention, but of course, there were the few that deigned this topic boring enough as to be beneath them.

When Raisa held her utensil up, his lips quirked in a quick smile, and he nodded. "Yes, very good. That's the correct salad fork - however, one generally doesn't hold their fork by the tines, salad or otherwise."

He spent the next good chunk of time explaining the placement of the rest of the utensils, what side your drink would be on, the general order of courses served. Moving to stand in front of Hanalei, he tapped delicately on the large plate set directly in the middle of her place setting. "This is called a 'charger', or a service plate. This plate is not meant to be eaten off of. It serves as an underplate for any of the dishes preceding the entree. Once the entree arrives, the service plate and whatever plate it may be holding is removed and the entree's plate is placed on the table in its stead."

TiMine, this lesson is boring. Kyzzith whined. I bet all the little riders are very bored.

T'ian frowned. What did it matter if the lesson was boring? It was still important, even if it wasn't exactly exciting material. He flicked an investigatory glance around the tables that held his students, and yes, for the most part they seemed bored to tears. Some had taken to quiet chatter. That...would not do.

He halted in front of C'nar, glancing down his nose at the weyrling.

"That's enough for now for the formal dining etiquette. Perhaps more important will be your social etiquette, as that has the most potential to shame your weyr and your wingfellows. Remember that your words can both cause and repair damage, depending on how you wield them. C'nar, if a dinner guest is so impudent as to insult your moral character, what is the appropriate reaction?"
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Hanalei stared blankly up at the weyrling master. She was barely holding back the words that welled up so contemptuously inside of her. This lesson reminded her of being back home, of her parents telling her that if she didn't have a craft then she needed to learn how to be "a proper woman" and catch herself a man that was well-off.

That could only be done, of course, by dressing like a fool and having more bloody useless utensils than she knew what to do with.

It's a plate. Made for the purpose. Of holding another plate. It never holds food. Just plates. She grit out to Cyprath. Her hands clenched under the table. This lesson. This sharding lesson was so stupid...

Really? That's interesting. Why so many specific utensils? Surely one fork could work as well as another, and any plate could be eaten off of?

Yeah, you'd think so. Her lips twitched into an almost-smirk as T'ian asked C'nar about proper table manners. Oh this ought to be good.
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Bo'an:

You ok out there on your own little love? Bo'an asked his beloved Green, he hated leaving her on her own. He knew she was alright and she was technically small enough to still fit inside but the others had grown so big by now that they couldn't; there was no point in bringing her into the lesson and having her bored to death along with himself.
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Bo'an sighed and tried desperately to concentrate on what T'ian was saying... but it was a lesson and he would do his best to listen... as difficult as that was already proving to be. Rubbing at his temples he listened to T'ian as he spoke about the forks and plates and asked about proper manners. Oh please Faranth don't let him fall asleep.
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