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.


The weather is, for Fort, surprisingly warm considering the elevation and season. Remarkably warm. And by warm, we mean there is no frost or chilling aspect to the light rain that falls. Thank a freak southerly current for that! The grounds are a soupy, sloppy mess. But you can't keep rambunctious young dragonbabies cooped up inside all day, can you? Besides, they need their exercise and the weyrlings need the practice of hide care, so it's all good. They're allowed outside to play in the mud - cleanup comes later! Dremkoth has waited until cleared by M'icha and so it's with great caution and anticipation that the bronze arrives with his rider in tow to the edge of the grounds to watch them. The weyrsecond is dressed in leathers to keep out what rain he can, slogging through the bowl to arrive a few yards behind his eager bronze, who rumbles a greeting to the babies. It's a comical vocalization, almost falsetto in the attempt not to alarm them. 'Hi…aaah…babies! Don't be skeered. I mean you no harm'. That sort of sound. Beside him D'ani facepalms.

Tovihasuth…bounds exuberantly out into the mud. Of course he does. It's a new thing, this mud and rain. Well, he did see mud at the lake - somewhere he shouldn't have been - but not caused by water falling out of the sky. « This is //nice, » the little bronze enthuses, looking up at the sky and squinting as his third eyelid gets put to work. « Br'enn, why do you wear that big green thing? The water feels good! » Br'enn is lingering at the edge of the yard with his fellows, shrouded in a hooded green oilskin cloak - which isn't that big, really. The weyrling just chuckles a little, saluting D'ani when he turns to see who else is about. Dremkoth distracts Tovihasuth's from the rain, and the dragonet bounds toward the full-grown bronze, slowing as he gets closer and examining the adult dragon. « Hi! » is his simple greeting, the breezes of his mind glad but slower and more thoughtful - almost careful.

While little green Amidaeth seems to be enjoying the mud with her Annah by her side, and Tovihasuth certainly looks to be having fun, Rhenesath seems less inclined to play in it. The young gold stands near raincoat-clad Thys on the edge of the yard, scratching experimentally at the sloppy ground - one scratch and her paw is raised high, then she scratches again, repeating the process. She clucks a stunted croon at her rider, head craned around to look at Thys - and then Dremkoth appears to snatch her attention away. His rumbled greeting doesn't scare her! She returns it with a crow of hello, flaring her wings and flapping them… which flicks mud all over Thys and anyone else close enough. "Eurgh, Rhen!" An apologetic warble is offered from the gold, before she starts picking her way carefully across the muddy ground to meet Dremkoth, falling in behind her clutchmate and mentally bombarding the older bronze - Tovi, too! - with a barrage of pictures and questions and thoughts, all excited to meet him and so happy to see him and don't you just hate mud? And it all ends with: « Hello! » In between wiping the mud-spray from her face, Thys salutes the bronzerider. She, at least, speaks at an understandable pace. "Hello, Weyrsecond."

Dremkoth is cautious to the extreme, even if thrilled to see the cutelings that he watched hatch outside and frolicking. He's crouched down, perhaps to seem smaller (ha!), his head lowered and snaked out towards the little ones. « Hello yourself! » his tenor is carried on night currents with the scent of dew and the sound of insect's chorus to mingle with those of Tovihasuth's. Mud suddenly spatters his muzzle and one eye closes reflexively to blink it off his already closed third eyelid. He cocks his head at Rhenesath, absorbing her picture and sending back some impressions of run-jump-belly-sliding in it. Apparently he doesn't mind mud in the slightest and there's a nudge of 'dare ya' to his communication with the tiny gold. D'ani squelches around Dremkoth, saluting the two weyrlings gravely, though brown eyes twinkle subtly. "Hello. How're you both settling in? I'm D'ani and this is Dremkoth."

« You're big, » Tovihasuth observes, his mastery of the obvious fully on display. Leaves rustle against the white walls of high towers, glad breezes whistling over and under the thin arches of bridges connecting high sanctuaries where birds and nameless winged creatures flit about playfully. « Are you going to show us some tricks with this mud stuff? I want to try something… » Easily distracted? At least it's related. The baby bronze runs, leaps, and skids in the mud, lashing his tail to try spinning one-eighty. It mostly works, but momentum carries him over onto his side. He rolls over, looking at Rhenesath upside down. « C'mon, Rhenesath, try it! The mud comes off! » Br'enn, in the meantime, nods to D'ani. "Well met, sir; I remember ya from…everything out there. » He waves in the general direction of the woods, spotting D'ani out of the corner of his eye and giving her a nod of greeting. "Just tryin' to go with everything. Keep 'im outta trouble. Works most of the time," he observes with some chagrin. All the time would be ideal, but alas.

He dares her? Rhenesath's nostrils flare as she snorts just how she feels about that, especially when she watches Tovihasuth give it a go. « No, thank you. » Her warm, flame-flickered thoughts reach out to both bronzes, with the crackle of a forge fire rippling across the grassy mountain vista of her mind. « I'm a lady, » she explains simply, flicking out her wings to resettle them against her back. Thys smiles at her lifemate, then at D'ani. "Pleasure to meet you, D'ani, sir. And Dremkoth. I'm Thys, Rhenesath's." She pushes down her hood to be able to brush fingers through her short hair, looking from Br'enn to D'ani. "Did I hear you also got injured, sir? And it was your runner that Rynn found… I think?"

« I wasn't always, » notes Dremkoth with an amused dance of starlight twinkling over moonlit fields. « Nor will I always seem so to you, little one. » Oh, could he show them tricks in the mud! But it'd likely result in the bowling over of baby dragons with him as the ball. Instead he projects a picture of himself smaller, younger, gallomping through mud and then leap-flying to belly-land and sliiiiiide across the same field they're standing on. The bronze rumble-chuckles to Rhenesath but doesn't argue save to say, « Even ladies need to have fun. Though there are other ways. » He reaches out, deftly scoops a pawful of mud, and flips it towards where the others play. Not aiming specifically, right? Riiight! *SPLOT* Then he, feigning innocence, points to the tiny gold. She totally did it! At the mention of 'out there', D'ani coughs, "Nice to meet you both in more… peaceful surroundings." A dark gaze is flickered between them. "Yeah, I blundered right into that one," he says ruefully, rubbing the back of his neck. "Little stick with a knife. It's healing. And yes, Rynn found Kuleana and took care of her. For which I am so grateful." His mare was sent packing to keep her from harm. Keeping baby dragons out of trouble is a full-time job - at least for the first turn. Good luck?

"Br'enn," the hunter-weyrling says, clearing his throat a bit contritely for neglecting to include that little detail in his introduction. "'n' that's Tovihasuth." Who is currently shaking off what he caught from Dremkoth's mudball with zeal. « Yeah! » he agrees with the bigger bronze, snorting pointedly at Rhenesath. After a moment of thought, he gets some mud into his own paw and flings it toward his gold clutchsister, purposely making sure it falls juuuuust short of her. Then, feeling daring, he does the same to Dremkoth - making sure he doesn't miss. "Didn' know it was Rynn who found her," Br'enn says with a nod. "Good thing." He eyes Dremkoth, giving an amused grunt and a smirk as Tov tries to play with the grown dragon. "How long before Tov'll be gettin' around that size?"

Rhenesath squawks in protest when she's blamed for the mud-slinging… though there's amusement rippling through the flames of her thoughts. « There's other ways to have fun without mud! It wasn't me, Tovihasuth. » She flares out her wings and backs up when her clutchsibling throws mud back at her, her haste-born clumsiness causing her to slip back onto her butt. The little gold crows in protest… but she's dirty now, right? So she can go slinging mud right back at Tovihasuth. "I'm glad to hear you're healing," Thys replies, distractedly; she's looking over at her lifemate, trying not to laugh. "Oh, Faranth, Br'enn… Tovihasuth's in for it now." As for his question? "Did they not tell us it would be around… what was it - a turn and a half or so, before they're fully grown?"

Mudfight! Only no. The tiny pawful, having sent the blob accurately, splots a bit of mud on Dremkoth's muzzletip. The bronze trembles with anticipation and then…subsides to his belly with a snort. Darnit. His rider never lets him have any fun! His tail sneaky-snakes out to tickle at Rhenesath if he can reach her while D'ani nods somberly to Br'enn, acknowledging his introduction. "Y'know, if y'all hadn't been out there, I'd have ridden right into the middle of that renegade group. It's possible that little midnight stroll Ha'ze initiated saved my life." So in light of that, what's a knife buried thigh-deep? He chuckles at the playing dragonets, but his attention returns to Br'enn and then he's nodding agreement to Thys. "Two turns at the most, but she's correct." His tone is approving for her attention to lessons. And oh, then Dremkoth rumbles, looking to D'ani, whose eyes unfocus while a message is passed. He grimaces, sighs and then a crooked smile tugs at his mouth, "Duty calls. Nice meeting you two. C'mom Dremkoth, you're wanted too." With a jaunty salute, he slogs off, the bronze following reluctantly in his wake. So much for playtime!

To be continued?