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.


With the weather holding clear, today is going to be a Big Important Day! It will be the day when the Weyrlings finally taste flight as a whole! M'icha has cleared them for this milestone step and on this morning after their usual exercises he calls them all to the training complex. "Get your straps on and buckled and you'll wait on your turn until I call you!" M'icha calls out gruffly, while Aycheth observes from a nearby ledge. In fact… there are a few dragons watching from ledges. No pressure with an audience, right? Leaning heavily on his cane, the Weyrlingmaster's brow furrows as he considers his first 'victims'. "B'yrl and Ig'an! You're up first. Get over here."

B'yrl carefully gets his straps fashioned around Xia in the standard effective way. His straps contains threaded images of different things that Xia wants to explore one day. A forest, a field of trees, a mountain, the sea. He then waits with Xia patiently. B'yrl is patient. Xia.. is trying to catch a small bug with her paw while she sits there. B'yrl looks about, noting the spotters from the stone seats along the ledges. A cabal of judges, perhaps? Or perhaps something a length simplier. Spotters to ensure rider and ride doesn't take a fateful dive. B'yrl and Xia look up as one as M'icha calls them. They tend to spend alot of time in constant contact with each other. Perhaps to an unsual (and perhaps unhealthy?) degree. B'yrl is still unsure. He moves up and hurries his steps to M'icha, taking his spot next to Ig'an.

Not so much judges but curious minds. Dragons tend to be a curious lot and some enjoy seeing what the fledgling weyrlings are up too. No doubt their success and failures will be gossiped about! Jivahath, Ig'an's blue, walks with a purposeful stride with head held high and steps sure. He is just like his rider… full of himself and enough ego for them both. « We'll be perfect. » he announces, while giving Xianeth a glance and snort for her distractedness. Hmph! « I'm to test my worth against you? » Such a tiny thing! « This will be simple! » Ig'an just smirks his holier-than-thou smirk at B'yrl but keeps his tongue in check for once as M'icha approaches both of them. Without a word, he inspects the straps on both green and blue and then nods his head. "Mount up! Spread yourselves apart so you both have proper wing clearance… No, on second thought, stagger. Xianeth in front, Jivahath in the back… yes, second!" He raises his voice to be heard above the blues grumbling complaint. Second!?

Xianeth walks alongside B'yrl, almost in lockstep with him (as well as one can with such a difference in stride. Still, the rhythm of their steps can be seen). She holds herself up, though not with arrogant pride. She's confident, yet her gaze betrays her own personal curiousness about the other dragons. Pressure? They're here to watch. Watch her! And she wants to enjoy this. She rotates her head and gaze toward Jivahath. « Perfect isn't good or fun enough. I plan to be wonderfully imperfect! » she claims, with her confidence coming through as an odd contrast to the statement. « You do simple. We'll do fun. » she retorts with amusement. B'yrl glances momentarily down at her with a light smile. She isn't losing her nerve. Good. He then glances up to Ig'an and gives him his usual friendly smile. Ig'an has a habit of tripping over his own ego, so the air of superiority doesn't bother B'yrl. He listens carefully to M'icha as the Weyrlingmaster speaks. B'yrl mounts Xia, shifting to get comfertable on her, and have her be comfertable under him. Stories are his life, and so to prepare he's read many about flight. He has a lack of experience, but he (and through him, Xia) has a base knowledge of good flying. Xia steps forward to take her place, acting professional about it. There's no need for outward expression of her pleasure of being in front.

Jivahath's head tilts in a way that it's almost as though he rolls his eyes and his tail tip flicks with annoyance. « Fun? So in other words you enjoy failure! » The blue scoffs and then promptly ignores the green. He's still chewing over the indignation of being put behind the small green as Ig'an mounts up and buckles in. M'icha waits until they're both ready before he gives his next gruff instructions. "Here's how this will go. You," He points sharply to B'yrl. "Will take off first and gain proper altitude to fly safely out into the bowl. You will do one circuit of it and then return. Ig'an, you're to follow the moment Xianeth has cleared space, as we've covered in formation practice. Got it?" He'll narrow his eyes until both Weyrlings give him a positive answer and then steps aside, flicking his hand in the go-head gesture. "Off with you both!"

B'yrl focuses on the commands they get from M'icha. The weyrlingmaster obviously wants this to be a very proper and to-the-letter first practice. Xia glances back to Jivahath, but at B'yrl's behest she doesn't reply, and focuses on the route, taking in the sights and paths to follow. She spreads her long wings, shfits to ready herself for the new weight difference, then takes a running start, lifting off. She's wobbly for a few seconds before she adjusts to her and B'yrl's balance, then starts to lift up for bowl flight. B'yrl peers down at the ground, slowly moving away, and the exhileration boils over to Xia, who gives a growl in excitement.

Aycheth and the other dragons watch, rumbling and warbling their own encouragement as Xianeth takes flight. Jivahath is not far behind her, though he launches just a bit too quickly. She'll hardly have gained her proper altitude when the blue is suddenly bearing down — or in this case up — on her. « Move it! » he bellows, having to swerve to avoid colliding with her entirely but likely to still bump into her thigh as he adjusts. « Ugh! Can't you fly faster? » He's silent for a moment, as Aycheth warbles from below, his wings fanned in agitation. « Jivahath! Adjust your pacing and get back into formation or you'll both be grounded for this lesson! » the older blue barks, likely a direct command from M'icha below.

B'yrl looks back as Xia relays the rudeness that is Jivahath to B'yrl. He looks back just in time to see the other pair close fast on them. Xia tries to bank so they'll miss, but gets bumped anyways. She snorts in Jivahath's direction, and is about to try to pick up speed, but with B'yrl trying to keep her flying proper, and a command from the blue, she decides to maintain her speed. B'yrl convinces her this is a way to make Ig'an fly straight.. as it were. She finds this an acceptable game, and obstantly stays on proper course.

Jivahath will behave… for now. His displeasure is enough to be felt even with the blue silenced. So Xianeth will be free to continue her circuit in the lead and in peace, at that!

Xianeth and B'yrl enjoy the circuit (and get used to actually flying together, since that's one of the important lessons of today, right?). She finishes the loop and starts to head back toward M'icha. B'yrl's enjoying the flight as well, getting to see things from a perspective only dreamed before today (he considers his hitchhiking on another dragon, and realizes that no, this is different. He can see through his eyes, and through Xia's eyes, and share totally in the experience. He's not just riding.. he's -flying-.)

That is the important part of the lesson today! For them to get an idea of what it's like to fly as a pair, no longer separated! Even Jivahath and Ig'an have drifted into their own bubble to enjoy the moment, ego and arrogance set aside. As they make the circuit and come back to land, the blue will grow impatient again but he does not challenge Xianeth or test M'icha's patience further.

Xianeth drops down to landing altitude, and tries her best to make a soft landing. Not quite having the hang of landing with B'yrl on her, it's a bit rough, and B'yrl bounces slightly, and the pair nearly trips. However, they manage to make it down without a disaster, and she finishes the rest of the ten feet on foot.

Jivahath doesn't have the perfect landing he wants either. Distracted by Xianeth's blunder, he winds up fouling his own landing in the process. Karma, anyone? Snorting as he recovers, he'll march his way back to where the Weyrlingmaster waits. M'icha eyes both pairs, though his focus is on their riders. "Not bad. Landings are rough but you'll work on that. B'yrl? Can Xianeth handle another round?"

B'yrl gives his rear a slight rub, but is otherwise unscathed from the rough landing. At M'icha's query, he focuses on Xia, talking with her, both looking distracted for a moment. Then he refocuses on M'icha. "Yes, weyrlingmaster. We believe she can. The glide around the bowl was easy on her."

"Good! That's what I like to hear. You two are clear for a second go. This time… two circuits and then back. Kouki! You and Shibuth, you follow but only one circuit for you both!" M'icha calls out and then lifts a hand up to stave off the spluttered protesting coming from Ig'an. "You," The Weyrlingmaster retorts sharply. "Are sitting this one out. You and Jivahath are going to wait until the end and if I so much as hear a peep from either of you you won't fly again for today — and maybe not tomorrow either! Do I make myself clear?" Ig'an comes close to challenging M'icha but wisely holds his tongue and the pair slink off to wait on the sidelines.

B'yrl and Xia once again starts off, this time without a distracting flankbump from another dragon. And off they go, chuckling privately to themselves about Ig'an's misfortune, and enjoying the flight around the bowl, wind blowing past their ears, and the sky their new home.

And when they return, they may get a third go around if Xianeth doesn't exhaust herself first. M'icha will cycle through all the weyrlings and in the end even Ig'an gets his second shot but solo and under much scrutiny from the Weyrlingmaster. It seems that M'icha finds any small detail to fault them because he knows it'll unbalance them. They've a harder lesson than most to learn and he's going to drive them hard. Luckily for everyone else on this day, they get it easy and once the lesson completes they'll be dismissed to go tend to their dragons and grab some food for themselves.


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