Weyrling Graduation!

[Libra]

It was the perfect day for a perfect event, G'rvald noted. The lessons had continued decently well, though he did have trouble with a couple of the weyrlings in general...replacing Megra had not been easy, after all. He stood before a very large, stretching tent that nearly took up half of the weyrbowl, the flaps loosely tied shut behind him. But from inside came the scent of excellently spiced foods and the low mummer of conversation...

G'rvald did not smile as the weyrlings began to glide into the weyrbowl on their dragons--he never did, but his expression was never unpleasant, either. More of a neutral expression that suited nearly all situations. He stood tall, hands clasped neatly behind his back, waiting with a dedicated patience that had aided him in teaching the next generation of dragonriders.

Out of view from the others (for the most part) on the Weyr perched a particularly large brown dragon with milky white eyes, the female rider on his back watching with a soft smile. She had been gone for...how long now? But to her relief, she had made it just in time. Her eyes scanned the dragons that glided down to land near the tent and deposit their riders, as if looking for someone in particular...


(So basically, don't enter the tent--G'rvald is blocking the way, anyways. Everyone one else except the weyrlings are already inside. And yes, it is the weyrlings from both Hatchings. =3! After G'rvald says something to the weyrlings who manage to show up, then it's party time!)

[Weaving]

This will be fine. Why are you so worried about today? Terrteth could read his bonded as well as himself and he knew when something was bothering the young woman. She sat tensely on his back as they glided down toward where G’rvald waited for them. He could feel her moving restlessly and crooned softly, sending thoughts of comfort to her. She hadn’t felt this way to him since the day he had hatched and it worried him greatly.

What if we don’t graduate and G’rvald announces it to everyone? It would be all my fault. I’m too shy, I don’t participate during lessons- Terrteth effectively cut off Holden’s worries as he landed with a loud thump, purposely jarring her, hoping it make shake her out of this mood. However, when he turned his head to look back at her with one whirling eye, he was surprised to find that she was crying.

Love, we have passed. Do not think otherwise. Now dry your face; we need to make a good impression and set an example for the others to follow.

You’re right. Okay. We can do this. Wiping her face dry on her sleeve, Holden slid down from Terrteth’s back. Once on the ground, she straightened her clothing. She wore her gather attire; they had, after all, been told to dress nicely. Shaking out her skirts, she approached G’rvald, hoping that her shaking wouldn’t be too obvious.

“Holden and bronze Terrteth are here sir,” she announced, though it did seem rather obvious. Silly formality.

~*~

Being the resident master harper, L’rato was privy to more details as to the goings on inside the tent than most of the weyrlings, though he still had to join the others before going inside the tent as well. He had already set up his instruments earlier, making it easy enough to do so. There would be eating before any music-making as well, giving him ample time to fix any last-minute tuning problems.

Are you ready love? Today is to be your big debut. You aren’t getting nervous now, are you? It was only fitting for the dragon of a master harper to have some sort of musical talent. For the past month or so, the pair had been working on crafting a song together and it would be premiering this evening.

Of course not L’ratoLove. I never get nervous. Wyth’s tone was light and joking as she replied, her eyes whirling with amusement. She landed easily in the bowl, crooning a greeting to Terrteth, who was already there. L’rto dismounted and then joined Holden in front of G’rvald.

“L’rato and seagreen Wyth are here as well,” he announced smoothly, adding an embellished bow for good measure. Chittering angrily, a gold firelizard winked from /between/, landing on L’rto’s shoulder only to continue chastising him. How dare he leave without her! “Kimya is here as well,” the harper added with amusement, reaching up to console the irate flitter.

~*~

A third dragon joined the slowly growing group gathered in the bowl. Another bronze, Relanth. He was smaller than Terrteth, who was by all standards massive, but carried himself just as proudly as his older brother.

Pleasant day, isn’t it? He called to his clutch-siblings, he mindvoice happy. N’to was happy today, which meant that he was happy as well. The young man had no fear that he wouldn’t graduate, having felt that he had passed weyrling lessons with flying colors. In fact, he was even hoping for a promotion today. They would be getting assigned to wings and such, wouldn’t they?

Looking at the others, he tried his hardest not to make a sour face at the sight of Holden. He never had gotten used to the fact that a girl, and she of all people, had impressed a bronze. Still, he kept his opinions to himself for the most part, not wanting to start a riot on this fine day.

“N’to and bronze Relanth,” he announced, puffing out his chest with self-importance.

[Gemini]

"This seems so ridiculous," K'ay muttered as he and Locreth strode towards the tent. Already, several Weyrlings were gathering in front of G'rvald outside of the opening. The first time was on the northern continent and in entirely different surroundings, but the sight and memories...it gave him an enormous ulcer. "We've done this once before. Shouldn't we be exempt from the table-walking, at least?"

He was confident that they would pass, at least. They had gone through lessons twice! Of course, the second time around was far less orthodox, but...Still, there was that itching anxiety that most Weyrlings felt at this point.

'Do not fear, K'ayMine. Even if we do not pass, we will only learn more.'

K'ay looked up at the dragon, squinting at the sunlight passing through Locreth's skin. "Yes, very reassuring. Thanks."

"You still haven't gotten accustomed to speaking to Locreth mentally, I see," came a joking voice. "Maybe a third round of lessons wouldn't hurt."

The boy jumped slightly--only slightly because, somewhere in his subconsciousness, he was expecting that voice to pop up. "This is just more...convenient?"

B'rian chuckled and moved up to walk at K'ay's side, opposite Locreth. "Whatever you're more comfortable with. I, for one, find your seemingly one-sided conversations to be great entertainment."

"That's great. Aren't you supposed to already be in the tent?" the translucent-rider asked quickly.

"Yes, actually," the Weyrleader said with a mischievous grin. "Ah, M'wan, Quisilith! There you are! Come on over!"

M'wan started at the sound of his name. He had simply been wandering as inconspicuously as possible in the direction of the tent, something almost impossible to do with a lively golden dragon at one's side. Seeing that it was the Weyrleader calling, he hurried over. "M'wan and Quisilith, sir," he said to G'rvald. And then, to B'rian: "Shouldn't you be in--?"

"Yes, I should, but I figured that I had best take this opportunity to wish you all the best of luck," he answered, looking at each of the Weyrlings in turn, his eyes twinkling with pride. Not all of them had shown up yet, but he did have to be in the tent eventually. Sigh. Formalities.

Speaking of formalities, he gave K'ay a nudge in the side. "Introductions, K'ay."

"Wha--Oh! Uh, K'ay and Locreth," K'ay stammered as B'rian disappeared behind the cloth wall. Don't mess up, he told himself. Don't mess up more, anyway.

((I am so out of practice. Also, headachey. That certainly doesn't help. >_< *scurries off for some aspirin*))

[Carni]

"You'r going to fail Weyrlingclass again, K'ay." Kellenari snorted uppon arrival towards the translucent rider. She felt no real dislike for him, she just liked to pester him, just because he seemed to ask for it. Maybe placing him on the opposite side of a joke than he was used to was just too much fun to let any opportunity slip by. Her eyes were scanning her fellow Weyrlings quickly, noting the fact that both the gender-confused bronze and the gender-confused gold were there. Thank Faranth they had enough queens and wouldn't need M'wan as Weyrman. Both dragon and rider chuckled upon that thought, thinking about all the disgusted bronzeriders whose bronzes would try to chase the queen. M'wan should call himself lucky that there was a female bronzerider.

Somehow... their Weyrlingclass had never been a normal one. The silver Queen had been the first Oddity to hatch but almost none of the other dragons had been normal either. A mute Green, a red-eyed blue, two gender confused dragons, a tiny bronze... Speaking of a tiny bronze... Where was J'cen? I can't see him... I'm sure he'll arive soon. If not... Well, I'd hate to leave our graduation to go and find him. Do you think he would mind if we drop his pants over the lake? Wreath mused, sitting down at Kells side after her rider had slid down from her back. Why are we here anyway? I don't think we need this. We both know that we are ready to live on our own... we'r already doing it, shard it! Kellenari glared at their Weyrlingmaster, thinking about one last trick they could play.

It would make our life much, much easier if we were accepted officially. And after attending to all these boring lessons... we should really get some kind of reward. ...you are going to leave if they try to do with you as they did with K'ay, aren't you? the Opal asked carefully, lowering her head to keep their conversation private. I haven't thought about it yet. And unlike K'ay, I've been at every lesson, listening carefully and doing all these stupid exercises. I guess I'm not going to be happy if they place me in the next Weyrling-group just because I don't like G'rvald. Wreath just nodded silently and rose her head back up, glaring at G'rvald. I can easily outfly his clumsy dragon already. Much like the fat bronze of our Weyrleader. I don't think they would dare to deny us our graduation. She said, humming happily when Kell begun to scratch her chin. Somehow the bitterness had left the pair - or at least it seemed as if it had - leaving room for more confidence but somehow making them even more solitary. While they had seemed to long for acceptance more than anything else, they both seemed to care less and less about what others thought about them. Might it be good or bad, they both were happier than they had been when the lessons begun. ...and much harder to befriend.

There was only one Pair from their Weyrlingclass, only J'cen and his bronze, who were called true friend by these two outcasts. And J'cen... had not shown up yet. Kell would be truely pissed if he failed to appear. Or played some kind of trick on the Weyrfolk without telling them.

[Libra]

(First of all, sorry if this post is disjointed and what not. It' hard to concentrated when I can't focus with a TV blaring behind me. D: *shakes fist at brother*)


G'rvald nodded as each weyrling did or did not announce themselves. As proud as he was...he was eager to let the little stinks go. Never in his life had he had such difficulty with a weyrling class. There were the few who did everything spot on, but...defiance was defiance, and as he had always knew, there was no winning against it with this particular crew...if that even made any sense. And he knew, as he looked around at them again, there were many who wouldn't even show up. So he had to hand it to the ones who actually showed up. If anyone was watching...the smallest of smiles tugged at the corners of his thin lips.



The next to show was M'rgen, and G'rvald watched the two in what could have been apprehension...had he been willing to show it on his face. The small, weak brown, Ferenzith, had been the one to struggle the most. It was obvious the brown would never fly, as was further pronounced as the two came by way of walking. He had grown to be just a couple of inches shorter than his rider...and was the cleanest dragon G'rvald had ever seen.

M'rgen chatted to his dragon as they walked nearer, but G'rvald couldn't figure exactly about what. But when Ferenzith crooned a soft greeting up to Terrteth before sitting down, M'rgen smiled and nodded at G'rvald. Though he was the oldest student, he was pretty shy and quiet, but had been the most respectful of the bunch.




J'cen wanted to kick himself, but knew he didn't have the time to do that. "Chronoth! Where's my boot?" he called out to the bronze, who stuck his head into the hut calmly.

Look under your pillow.

"Shards, Chronoth, why would it be there?" J'cen sighed, running a quick hand through his light blond hair. But he looked anyways, flipping over the pillow. He mumbled to himself as he snagged the revealed boot, tugging it on as he hopped to the door on one foot.


Chronoth trumpeted his happy arrival as they popped out of between, his bronze hide glinting healthily in the sunlight. J'cen swiveled his head back and up as they descended past a brown dragon...with milky eyes?

'Is that Wryth?' J'cen asked his companion, but the bronze said nothing as he neatly landed a short distance from Wreath.

Wreath, the bronze greeted as J'cen slid down, clearing his throught as he approached Kell.

"Sorry that I'm....late," he said, looking around. Was he? It didn't seem like everyone was even there. G'rvald was about to speak, but a shadow fell over him, and he lifted his gaze. A large brown dragon was landing away from the others, and sliding easily off of his back was...Megra.

Megra seemed better than ever, and she smiled at those who looked her way as she approached G'rvald, who was stumbling over himself for some reason.

"Weyrlingmaster," Megra greeted nicely enough. She glanced to L'rto with a small grin before edging into the tent.


G'rvald raised a brow, then turned to the gathered crowd. "If you would line up, please."

[Carni]

He smiles. Kell thought while she glared at their Weyrlingmaster. I hate when he smiles. Something bad happens when he does. Just one more day. One more day until we are free. Keep remembering that., Wreath assured her rider, sharing the feel of doom hers felt when seeing G'rvald smiling. Look... is little pet with his petdragon came too. Kell pursed her lips in distaste. Many pitied the eldest Weyrling and the smallest dragon on Pern. Kellenari... did not. She felt no mercy, no need to be all nice and friendly just because his dragon was so amazingly... tiny. She did not like him being so sharding respectful and that was it. No need to fuzz over anything else.

They are going to miss their graduation when they don't show up soon..., Wreath brought Kell back to more important problems. But while both of them were scanning the sky, a bronze form appeared right out of between. Both of them knew that form pretty well and would always recognize the young and healthy bronze flying overhead. "They are late. But they are here." Kell said, to no one in particular.

Chronoth. I'm glad you came. Mine and I were worried that you wouldn't show up. Once this day is over we will finally be free!, Wreath crooned, nuzzling her bronze clutchbrother What did yours do that it took you so long to show up? Has he done something stupid again? she asked quickly, her voice filled with joy. She liked both bronze and rider, even tho she thought that J'cen was acting silly sometimes. But he was a loyal friend to hers and Chronoth had never barked at her or anything similar.

"It was about time you showed up." Kell grunted, her greeting not almost as friendly as Wreath' to Chronoth. "I doubt any more will come. I hope they have to repeat the Lessons." She said, thinking of Jordan and the rest of the Weyrlings she did not like. A quick glance was given into Megras direction, not cold but not drowning in happyness either. She had never developed a dislike for the brownrider - which was a lot - but also never had the time to develop a friendship either. Megra spending time with G'iz had somehow set them apart when Megra had still been around. She did not judge by the friends someone had, but being away from Megra and G'iz too that way was much safer. G'iz wasn't the type of person Kell liked to hang around with.

When G'rvald spoke, she just snorted and spoke up - he was probably already used to it, but she wouldn't let that chance slip today. "Line up by what? Stupidity? You and your little pet should be leading the line, then." 'Pet' or 'Weyrlingmasters-Pet' was just one of the many names she had given M'rgen during the last few months. It wasn't like she hated him. His shy and quiet respectfullness just called for it. As if he had 'perfect target' imprinted on his forehead. Maybe Kell wanted to see him explode at least once... or maybe there was just no real reason and Kell was a petty tyrant.

[Kaedryn]

"We are entirely too late, and I blame you completely" Came a low hissing voice from the corner before a flustered red head burst into the room, followed slightly slower by the proud, arched neck of an incredibly dark gold, her hide almost bronze in color save for her lighter wingsails and in a blaze down her muzzle. Oh no, you aren't blaming this one on me Mine. This was all your fault for not wanting to actually wake up on time. Should I have dragged you out naked in front of everyone perhaps? Im sure some of those boys, and maybe even a few girls, might have liked to see you unclothed for once. "Oh, hush Luneth..." You only say that because I am right.

The pair quickly made their way over to where a group of weyrlings were standing. Well, they wouldn't be weyrlings for very much longer, thank Faranth. A beautiful trill met them part way as a much smaller Green came up beside them, her rider smiling bashfully over at Maren and giving her a wave. "Hello there Maren. Its a good day to graduate, don't you think?" The emerald colored dragoness nodded her head to the much larger gold as she matched her stride to where the others were. "Haha, fine, of course D'taire! It is indeed a wonderful day. Just think! No more lessons, no more weyrlingmasters, no more living with the annoying screeching some of these girls can come up with! Its going to be bliss!" Maren laughed playfully, slinging her arm over the boy's neck and stretching up to give him a peck on the cheek.


--Will be finished later!--