Fort Weyr - Training Complex
The remnants of a historic collapse are apparent here, as the slope face of the bowl has a predominant downward curvature. It's likely long ago, that a cavern larger than any Fort currently has was where the training complex currently is. A probable cave in triggered a fissure on the bowl wall which lead to a great chunk of it dislodging, thus creating the rounded slope.

Yet, many centuries later, all that remains to give evidence is the pocket made into the bowl wall. It seems that the inhabitants of Fort Weyr have made best of the created space. Rock on the ground proper has long since cleared, but pebbles and loose shale are constantly underfoot. Still, the sprig of some green leafed vegetation isn't too out of the ordinary in these parts, as long as it doesn't get trampled by the comings and goings.

It's clear that this area has been designated for the training of young minds, whether human or dragon. Surrounded by rock on all side, it's like a personal weyr bowl for the youngsters to minimize distraction and danger. The candidate barracks have been built across from the Weyrling barracks, so that one group can educate the next. Finally, placed in the centre of the two entrances of the opposing barracks, near the rock face, is a statue with a memorial plaque.

Summer in Fort brings with it the occasional gloomy, overcast day, and this is one of those days. A light drizzle has fallen, making things just a little bit damp, especially with the lack of sun to dry everything out. Into the training grounds comes Kayeth and Nyalle, the senior queen gleaming with health, her hide returned to its vibrant autumnal hues now that she has her freedom back and can stretch her wings. Nyalle is dressed in a light fabric summer dress, with a shawl over her shoulders to ward against the slight chill in the air.

The wet ground is something new to Rhenesath, who precedes Thys out of the barracks to scratch her claws gently at the ground before lowering her head to sniff at it. A cluck of approval is made to her lifemate, who laughs in return, and then the pair's attention shifts to Nyalle and Kayeth - it's hard to miss their entrance, after all! "Hello, ma'am!" Thys is all huge smiles, while Rhenesath bombards her dam with a mile-a-minute conversation that is probably far too fast to keep up with… but the overall gist is that she's happy to see her and wants to share her experiences so far.

A bright green spec wings down from above crooning a cheerful welcome to any younger dragons who are out on the training grounds. Mounted up in her riding leathers, Anique tugs off her gloves and goggles to stash them away before dismounting and heading towards where a couple people are. A quick salute is snapped towards Nyalle and then to Thys and Rhenesath. Typriaeth sends out warm thoughts of greeting, a starry night going out to wrap around the minds of the dragons with a flurry of white stars dotted within.

Kayeth stops and settles onto her belly, extending her muzzle towards her young daughter and wuffling warmtly. « Oh? Yes? Tell me… » etc, as the Senior listens patiently to her chattering child. Smiling, Nyalle approaches, offering a salute to Fort's newest goldrider. "Thys, good morning. How are you both? She is looking well." Lifting her gaze when Typriaeth arrives, she smiles warmly and returns Anique's salute. "Good morning, Anique. Sweeps go well?"

« … and then I went to sleep. » Rhenesath ends a flurry of conversation with an image of her with her head tucked under her wing, snug beside Thys and sound asleep. A gleeful sound is made towards Typriaeth, her wings flaring out to show off their paler underside in a grand greeting for her sister. Thys returns Nyalle's salute, and offers Anique one too, not quite able to stop grinning. "We're wonderful. She's wonderful. That's about the best word for it, Weyrwoman. Kayeth is looking well - is she happy to be off the Sands? Morning, Anique - ma'am. And Typriaeth, too!"

"Sweeps were quite routine today." reports Anique dutiful with a bit of a smile towards the two gold riders. "Typriaeth wanted to come see the young ones since we've not seen them much since hatching day. I hope that's alright since I'm not part of the weyrling staff." it's a half question posed to the weyrwoman. The Weyrling's excitement is catching for Anique's grin widens towards her. "It is a wonderful day indeed!"

Typriaeth seems to have no second thoughts on if she should or should not be here because clearly she should be! After all these young ones need her influence and energy and social skills to be learned from yes? Spreading her own wings wide a moment to show that she's, for now, larger than the youngest Fortian Queen.

Thys still can't quite get her grin under control. "You're always welcome to visit us - so long as it's allowed, of course… you're the reason I'm even here. You and Typriaeth." She looks fondly at the green, then down at her much smaller lifemate. "Master Tashryn's both pleased and disappointed about the outcome; we won't be finishing our jewellery tour for a long while yet." Not that the weyrling seems overly bothered by that. "Could you tell me, please, what do you do on sweeps?"

Rhenesath sits up on her back legs, balancing precariously for half a minute or so to stretch up as high as she can, trying to show that she's not all that small… only she is, in comparison to the full-grown ladies around her! « You found Mine for me. » And she's very, very pleased by that.

Nyalle smiles at Anique. "It's fine, riders are allowed in here. You just can't go into the barracks." She looks between the two riders and her smile widens and warms. "Ah, yes! Anique did tell me that Typriaeth Searched you." She chuckles. "I'm certain your jewelry prices just skyrocketed, Thys. I'm pleased I have one of your pre-impression pieces. You know for crafters those tend to go up quite a bit in value after impression." Marketing. She's learning how it all works. Kayeth's head tilts as she regards both dragons, rumbling in pleasure.

"Now I'm sure that one of our search blues would have nabbed you right up if Typriaeth and I hadn't come across you that one day." says Anique. "Still though you're quite welcome. I am pleased that she found you out there one the sands. A good, strong one she looks. At the question she merely gives a bit of a chuckle. "Sweeps are mainly checking to ensure everything is looking good out there." that's the brief explanation. "You'll learn more of that further in your studies." she nods quickly in relief at Nyalle's answer that it's okay she's here.

Typriaeth croons sweetly to the young one. « She looked like just the right one! It is good you found her! »

"Is that so? A few extra marks is always a good thing." Thys grins. "Hear that, Rhen? You're good for business." The little golds drops down to all fours once more in front of Typriaeth, before crooning to her dam, speaking both to her and to Typriaeth. « I chose the best. How did you choose Yours? » A clang, like hammer on an anvil, rings happily from her mind as she waddles on over to Kayeth to lie down in front of her, wuffling warm air towards her toes. "Yours is the one that… Kimmila bought? It's the autumn-themed piece, to match Kayeth's hide. That's right, isn't it?" Thys squints as she tries to remember, tapping gently at her chin. "I feel kind of bad for the folks I've still got commissions pending for. They're going to have to wait… but if what you said is true, they're getting a real bargain since the price won't change." She chuckles, slipping her hands into the pockets of her trousers and exhaling a contented breath. "There's so much to learn," she replies to Anique. "It's a little overwhelming to think about it, actually. It'll get easier when they," the weyrling dragons, "start to settle down a bit, won't it?"

"Except golds rarely go on Sweeps," Nyalle murmurs thoughtfully. "Sometimes, though." She looks at her lifemate for a moment, then looks back to Thys with a little smile. "Yes, Kimmila and Inri actually," she admits, flushing a little. "It's beautiful. Now we just need a big gather so the occasion can do it justice." There's a soft laugh. "That should be what you tell them, if any complain about it. They should understand though." Should. Her smile softens. "I'm not sure about easier. There's always something new to learn, but you'll start mastering things so you can move on to the next unknown." Kayeth rumbles softly, swinging her head down to rest it right in front of the little gold. She wuffles back over her, amused. How did she choose hers? Honestly she doesn't remember, but she still has an answer. « She has a kind heart. »

"Still will learn about sweeps I imagine from any paperwork you have to read." notes Anique. She falls silent to listen a moment to the two chat. Typriaeth's thoughts pause as she tries to remember as well but in the end she merely gives a mental shrug in answer. « Of course she was there waiting for me. There is simply no other. »

« No sweeps? » Rhenesath picks up on that, sharing the explanation she's been given of them. She turns her muzzle to Typriaeth, nostrils flaring as she makes a stunted croon - almost a cluck! - at the green. « Can you tell me a story about sweeps? Do you not go on sweeps, Kayeth? » Thys frowns softly at the no sweeps part, then nods. "I suppose there'll be a good few things that the others will do, while we're doing other things… like paperwork." She winks at the Weyrwoman. "I heard that comment on the Sands, ma'am." Which Anique reminded her of when she said the word. "You get sweeps," she says to the greenrider, "I get paper-pushing. I'm not sure who's luckier!" There's a hint of playful sarcasm there, followed by a short laugh. "Oh, trust me, Weyrwoman, it can only get easier. I can't even go to the latrines on my own at the minute without Rhenesath letting out this awful sound. She's got to be able to see me, or she keens until I come back."

Nyalle blushes a little, clearing her throat. "Not regular sweeps, but goldriders can still go flying, or join up with a sweeps team. But you won't have regular sweeps, no." As for that comment, Nyalle giggles faintly. "Sorry. But it is a lot of what we do…" Kayeth rumbles softly to the young queen. « We fly, we do not go on sweeps. »

Typriaeth's mind washes over with a wave of dark, starriness. « Watching is boring. Must fun part of sweeps is soaring higher up in the air on the perfect thermal. » she croons softly.

Anique mock rolls her eyes at the playful sarcasm. "For now you've got the best job around which is simply learning of her. A keening sound hmm? Hopefully she'll outgrow that soon enough or else you'll never go to the latrine without the whole barracks knowing every time!

Thys runs a hand through her cropped hair, smiling at Nyalle. "Paperwork'll be my lot, then… can't be all bad! I've never done much of it before, so maybe I'll discover a hidden talent." At the mention of flight, Rhenesath stretches out her wings, giving them an experimental little flick before tucking them back in against her sides. « I will fly. It won't be boring. Nothing is boring if there is someone to talk to. » "It is the best job, isn't it?" Thys can't argue with Anique about that. "The keening is a bit frustrating, but we'll get past it. I can't believe she's going to grow to be as big as Kayeth… it's kind of incredible to think how far they've got to go to grow up, isn't it?"

Nyalle turns to look at her lifemate with a distant, loving smile. "They do grow fast. Enjoy her while you have her this size. If you'll both excuse me." She dips her head politely to both riders and then turns to leave. Kayeth rumbles softly to the other two dragons, even offering Rhenesath a nuzzle if she'll allow it. « You will fly, little one. » And then rider and dragon are heading back to their duties, morning break over.

Anique inclines her head towards Nyalle as the older queen rider departs. Grinning back towards Thys she remarks. "It is." she agrees. "I'm afraid I should be going as well. Got a meeting with the Wingleader." another salute is sketched to the weyrling. "I'll see you around.

"Nice to see you, Weyrwoman Nyalle," Thys says before the goldrider leaves, while Rhenesath wuffles a warm farewell. When Anique also has to get going, Thys responds with a smile and a salute, while Typriaeth is given the same feathery-soft, forge-warm goodbye. "Bye, Anique. Ma'am. Have a good day!"