Who Thys, X'fyr
What An adorably enthusiastic Kamysth makes Thys snap.
When Autumn, Turn 2711
Where Training Complex, Fort Weyr

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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.

This particular early autumn morning is foggy, with low-lying cloud obscuring parts of the bowl, and whirling around feet as it sits heavily near the ground. It's not a true pea souper, but it's enough to be interesting - and to set a real damp chill in the air. It doesn't make it especially pleasant to be outdoors and doing PT, but that's just something weyrlings have to do… and goldriders too, it would seem, as Thys and Rhenesath both are in the training grounds. The gold dragon is stretching her wings, favouring one as it doesn't flex the entire way, while her rider, in training clothes with a scarf around her neck, is warming up her arms beside a pile of heavy-looking sacks.

« YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! » Kamsyth comes bolting out of the barracks like a shot, moving with all the grace and charisma of a dragon much older than the four month old currently is. Sure, his limbs might be overly long and his face a little squat, but the sheer joy that eminates from him was almost contagious with a burst of colorful wrappers that crinkle and cascade from him like a tornado of excitement. Trudging along behind him is X'fyr, the weyrling stiffling a yawn against the back of his hand with clothes hasily tossed on as they usually are for PT. No one has to look pretty for jogging in circles. Hastily he pulls whatever hair will go into a stumpy little runnertail at the back of his head, tying it off with an elastic from his wrist. "Okay. Okay. Calm down," he absently shoots his enthusastic lifemate's way, dropping his arms back to this sides as he spots Rhenesath slowing to a stop. She was hard to miss. "Oh crap." This is muttered under his breath, "Kam, wait! NO! NONONONONONONONO!" But it is too late! The brownlet is off again, this time to scamper in excited circles around gold and goldrider and sacks and thing! OSF! THINGS! « BIG! SHINY! BEAUTIFUL! » More wrappers, more crinkling. Just More. Xhan slaps a hand to his face and groans.

Rhenesath is unfazed by the little dragon; she lowers her head to watch him, eyes whirling blue-green - he's a welcome distraction from having to do the stretches she was working on. She even wuffles and croon-clucks at him, encouraging him. Thys, though? She's less enthused, and she fixes X'fyr with a look when he gets closer. "Your dragon is far too energetic for this time of morning," she mutters, rolling her eyes. Then, having sufficiently warmed herself up, she reaches down to hoist up a sack from the pile, lifting it up to rest against her shoulder. It's heavy; her breathing quickens already. "X'fyr. Catch." Hopefully the weyrling is paying attention - because he's about to get a sack of stone lobbed at him.

Kamysth is very encouraged! The queen's approval has him ducking and weaving around her legs, his wingsails pressed against is body to make him even more streamlined so he go faster and faster and faster his legs pumping against the ground, talon clacking. Wrappers bursting and crinkling and exploding into a bright display of endless colors without any decernable meaning anymore because he was too excited to even form words anymore. "He's far too energetic for all the time, I have to run him all day just to get him to sleep." The brownie doesn't have too long to wait for PT to start apparently because there is a bag of firestone being chucked at him and without even thinking he moves with the same feline-type grace that his lifemate had shown to step out of the way, completely on instinct. A hand flies to his chest, clutching at the general location of his heart. "Wha…wa…whaz…" he pants, looking between goldrider and the sack now in the place where he used to stand. Wide eyes, very wide eyes. His blood pumped full of andreniline.

"Kamysth, careful!" Thys doesn't even see X'fyr sidestepping her thrown sack, because there's a weyrling buzzing around her dragon's legs - and that's got her worried. "Call him back, X'fyr. Now." Rhenesath isn't bothered, of course; she has one paw raised slightly as she continues clucking at the little one, but Thys is going to be a buzzkill and stop the fun. "Stop." That's to both dragons, as she slips in close to the leg Rhenesath is favouring. "She's still recovering. He cannot set that back." She stands there, holding up her hands to tell Kamysth to keep his distance. "X'fyr. Pick up that sack. Ask your lifemate to settle himself - he can do wing stretches with Rhenesath if he must move."

Oh sure, Kamysth won't listen to X'fyr half the time but the second that Thys yells at him he's screaching to a halt coming very close to careening into one of those big legs. "Kamysth!" he calls over, with a commanding tone he did not like to use because he just didn't like the way he felt. The brownling slinks, low to the ground and with rapid little leg movements until he falls in behind X'fyr. His projection is minimal, subtle, subdued. He gives Thys a look, a mixture of upset, concern, and maybe a bit of apology before he turns to his lifemate and smooths him with some much needed tender loving care. A few scritches, a stroke down the side of his sleek body and a silent exchange before there is no projection, no excitement, and just a small brown lump curled up on the ground. Shoulders tight, the human half of the weyrling pair picks up the sack as he's told.

Thys spends a moment with her lifemate, her hand on the gold's dusky leg as they slip deep into conversation. She pulls herself away soon enough, stroking the warm hide before turning to look at X'fyr. "My apologies for being… abrupt. However, Rhenesath is still healing a sprained foreleg, and a dragon of Kamysth's size, if he were to collide with her…" The goldrider shakes her head, looking down. "He could set her back even longer, and with her due to take to the Sands soon…" A hopeful look is cast back to her lifemate's belly, still showing no signs of there being a clutch in there. "Perhaps it was a mistake for me to think we could come train here today. I'm sure the weyrlingmaster's staff will provide you with a more suitable training companion, once I ask them."

"We didn't know." X'fyr says quietly and as gently as he can, still holding that sack, but not looking at the goldrider either. No, his attention was on Kamysth who was now being wholly quiet. Still his wide eyes do whirl, albeit slowly, looking between all of them but keeping his thoughts to himself. The brownling sighs, setting the firestone back down and returning to his lifemate. "She's not mad at you." he says softly, rubbing those headknobs there and espeically the space between. More silent communication exchanged and the tension in his shoulders begins to ease. Brown eyes are tossed over his shoulder at Rhenesath, and then tract over to Thys. He opens his mouth, closes it, takes a breath with his eyes closing before they open against and he offers her a polite smile. "We're sorry."

"No, that's alright, no need to apologise, you couldn't have known." Thys sighs, shoulders sinking. She looks from Kamysth to Rhenesath, and the big gold moves herself in a three-legged hobble to begin the journey out to the bowls proper. Thys lingers, hands in pockets, looking awkward. "I'll have Rhenesath ask M'icha to assign you someone else for PT. There's eight of you, it should be easy enough to pair you up." The goldrider shrugs her shoulders, looking over to where more weyrlings are beginning to emerge into the growing daylight. "Train hard, X'fyr, Kamysth." And that'll serve as her farewell, as Thys salutes the weyrling pair then turns sharply on her heel to make a quick exit, following her dragon.

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