Fort Weyr - Weyrling Barracks
The rounded ceiling of this set of barracks is high enough to accomodate growing dragons. Lining the walls lengthwise are sets of stone couches and cots for their riders. At one end of the room are cabinets holding supplies for bathing and oiling young dragons, as well as the weyrling manuals. Against the opposite wall is a table with scraps of leather and leather-working tools. Tacked up on the wall is a diagram of riding straps.
X'an enters the barracks quietly, with Izelth in tow. It seems that the bronze and his rider want to check up on how the weyrlings are settling in, which is usual, ne?
A'mar is sitting in Caldoth's stone couch, with the blue. They seem to be discussing various crafts, particularly pottery. Or at least, the former Talmar certainly is, it's anyone's guess what Caldoth is saying. "And then, you stick it in this big oven thing…"
«Aaaaaaaaaaah! Makin' stuff!» Izelth's firey, loud and drawly mindvoice permeates the barracks. Only an entirely deaf dragon wouldn't hear him as he lumbers forward, bending his nose down toward his blue son and sniffle-snorting at him. «Makin' stuff is great. I collect stuff, y'know. Mostly socks, but other very cool stuff n'all. Ya never know when ya gonna need sommin' wierd an' archaic… history's gotta be preserved n'all.» as if he's the pedagogue of all wisdom.
X'an just listens for a while, smiling at the young rider and his bond with a sparkle in his eyes. He's a little less ill now. Evidently the cold has gone through it's snivvelly, feeling-like-death phase.
A'mar glances up suddenly, and grins. "Hello X'an, sir." he says, cheerfully, although slightly tiredly. It's exhausting work chasing after a young dragon.
X'an smiles. Oh, does he know about the exhausting part. Not that every dragonet doesn't have boundless energy to spare but in his own weyrlinghood, he had a doozy of one. Thank Faranth that dragons do tend to mellow with age. "Good day blueling A'mar… you look as if you're settling in, at least…" he looks from boy to blue, nodding at the dragon respectfully. "No problems? Have you had that dream yet where you wake up wondering where your wings are?"
A'mar frowns slightly, then glances to Caldoth. "No, sir. Mostly I've been dreaming about … baking." he says, shooting a quick and confused glance to Caldoth. « Aye, that'd be me. » the young blue admits.
X'an looks from 'ling to dragon, arching his eyebrows as Izelth then fills him in on the dialogue. "Ah well, that might be on the cards…" the bitran grins, looking back. "The cookery kind, or the non-edible kind?"
A'mar giggles, and nods. "The cooking kind." see, that part is unusual for him. If he'd be dreaming of any 'baking' usually it would be of the clay variety.
X'an strokeybeards. "Funny, he doesn't look the type!" he declares, giving A'mar a wink as he examines Caldoth. "Growing like a weed already though. I'm always surprised anew at just how quick they seem to inflate… like a baloon."
A'mar grins at X'an. "Isn't he just? It's kind of hard to keep up when I'm bathing and oiling him, seems like he's grown a bit more every time I turn around." then he giggles. "Dragon balloon." he says, then giggles some more. Well, gotta admit, that's a pretty funny image.
X'an should sometimes not be permitted around weyrlings until they're at least grown into themselves a little bit. Last time, he was -such- a bad influence in combination with Izelth. Omisimth still sings loudly in the morning to wake up Z'ran… "They do though.. that's why we drive you all so hard when you're candidates, keeping you busy all the hours of the day… even then, it just doesn't illustrate it. It's worse when they're poking their nose into things too, upsetting sawdust barrels, getting grime all over themselves… like you've just finished doing everything then you have to do over and start again. Or that might just have been me." he muses.
A'mar giggles. "Cal is pretty well behaved, I guess. He doesn't like me to go out of his sight at all, but that's normal, right?" he nods at Caldoth.
X'an nods at that. "Oh, very much so. Very much so indeed. It seems to take most of them a while to realise if you go out of their sight, you don't cease to exist… that you can be away from their side and they'll still be able to feel you. You might want to try a few games with him, to help him develop an understanding of that. Hide and go seek without using your eyes, just around the barracks is a great one."
A'mar nods slightly. « But if I cannae see ye how do I know where ye are? » comes the response from Caldoth, causing A'mar to frown. "I'll still be here." he says, shaking his head. "I'm not going to just disappear. I can't go between!"
X'an smiles slightly, gives Izelth a knowing look and points the dragon at the exit. "They're doing fine… leave them to it now, before you give us all a headache and cause trouble…" He instructs, following behind the dragon with a jaunty salute back to the weyrlings. "Keep at it!"
