Fort Weyr - Northeast Bowl(#10535RJ$)
The northern end of the bowl can be an intimidating area, being that Fort is the largest weyr. The far north wall contains the gigantic opening to the hatching caverns, and to the west of that can be seen the sprawling ledges and carved stair cases that mark the way to the weyrleader's complex and junior queens ledges. The west cliff wall towers up, dotted here and there by darker openings that mark individual weyrs before it tapers to a point at Tooth Crag. At ground level on the western wall is the opening to the weyrling barracks, occasional glimpses can be caught of newly paired mates. On the eastern wall of the bowl is the entrance into the living cavern, the heart of the weyr.
People: Kessa Calria R'lin K'lton Elara
Dragons: Choth Celephath Niarleth Wiyaneth
R'lin has no choice but to care well for his girl, in fact if anything she's /over/ oiled. But obviously there is no such thing, of course. "Thank you." is said as he pushes himself to the feet, giving the scrawny green a bit of a scritch. The only response he recieves though is a quiet rumble around he noises of well, scarfing. "Ah well." yup, that's what Cal gets with a bright grin. Not /her/ fault after all.
Calria offers the weyrwoman a lopsided grin. "Umm, thanks." She runs a hand through her hair. Celephath bows his head formally and rumbles a greeting of his own, but it comes out much higher pitched than the large gold's. After that he goes back to peering at the entrances into other parts of the weyr, and watching it's inhabitants go about their daily routine. "No Celephath, you can't go in there." She shakes her head, still smiling though and turns to R'lin. "So, how're you?" That seems to be all the farther their conversatiosn get lately.
Elara nods to both the weyrlings before turning and returning to Wiyaneth's side, content to let them be alone to catch up.
R'lin might make it a little further this time as he shoves his hansd into his pocket to grin rather goofishly to his friend. "Good, run ragged, you're always sleeping when I get a moment to try to talk to you. And Eb…B'kwan and his dragon are going to drive me nuts with their dialogue… never seen a stick /that/ far up someone's…" oh right, the Weyrwoman still /is/ nearby and the boy turns red. "I mean…" right. "Sorry I stole some of your oil last night." Cough. "She demanded more."
Out in the sky is the familiar visage of Verbenth, the large, merry brown who sweeps from side to side in an easy, lazy rocking manner. As the shadow passes over the three below, a bright, happy trumpet is sent down towards them, soon followed by the large dragon settling into the thermals, and backwinging into a graceful landing. After a bit of wrestling with the straps, K'lton, a familiar face about the Weyr, climbs off the neck of his life mate, before taking in a deep breath of fresh air. A young, stocky fellow, it seems that the Dragon Healer is in a good mood, practically glowing from ear to ear. "Good afternoon, and evening!" He bellows out in a deep vocal of baritone.
Some where along the way, Choth has found a good vantage point to simply observe. Kessa is still some where near the weyrling barracks trying to manage a barrel of poo - clearly a task that weighs her down by the obvious tilt in her body as she strains to move it. It stinks too. She even tries to deal with the smell by wearing a face mask much like the one that Arkoss wore during his illness. Rolling the barrel off to the side with a series of grunts, she struggles to get it where it should go.
Calria nods sympahetically to R'lin. And it's true she has been sleeping a lot. All this hard work has been, well, extra hard for Cal, considering she's never really done a full day's work in her life before Impressing. "It's alright. There was still plenty for Celephath, he didn't mind too much." Except to ask in all earnesty why the green thought she'd needed more oil than him when she was smaller, after which followed a series of questions about why humans didn't need to oil their skin, which led to a rather embaressing question about what humans /did/ use oil for…but thats another story entirely. "Good evening." She calls to the brownrider, and then she spies Kessa struggling with the barrel. Conflicting emotions battle across the girls face, to help or not to help. She is awfully tired, but Kessa looks like she could use a hand. Apparently Celephath says something to her because Cal heaves a big exaggerated sigh and excuses herself from R'lin to go help.
Niarleth perks her head up as she sees another barrel. Sure there's a couple pieces of meat left in the one her head was up till now buried in but.. this might be better! So the green is bounding her way over towards the struggling Kessa and quickly does a couple laps around her. "Nia, tha's not…!" And a huge sigh comes from Rhalin as he trudges over. The brownrider gets a bit of a peek and a blink. "Both?" Yes, he's confused. How is it afternoon /and/ evening. And although the man seems familiar he can't really place it, after all, he's only been at Fort for the candidacy and weyrlinghood. Time to go rescue the new goldrider from an overly eager green.
"Sure, somewhere in the world, it is already evening." K'lton says with a loud chuckle in his throat as he tugs his riding goggles up on to the top of his head, squishing the brown hair which looks frazzled. Running a hand across his beard, the once Fort Weyrling, now Dragon Healer makes his way after the Weyrlings, chuckling. "You need a hand with that one, Kessa?" He asks, giving his stocky shoulders a bit of a rolling flex, before reaching out to help her steady the barrel of muck. "Well, now that Verbenth and I have caught up with our friends, and family, I do believe it is time that you all get a proper lesson in basic dragon care. Anyone up to learning how your dragon works?" He asks, grinning widely with his typical eager excitement.
Choth watches Calria abruptly as the girl moves over toward her lifemate. It's an intense look, perhaps assumed by the swirling motion and the glint that brings some indication to where she's looking. The dragon happens to be compelled then to slink behind Calria's movements, pausing if the girl looks at her while Choth pretends to watch elsewhere. It's a coy game, in any case as Choth slowly heads over to Kessa just a ways behind Calria. It's when Niarleth bounds toward her lifemate that Choth does so as well, though not as excited, just a little protective - but she doesn't go to prevent Niarleth from being herself, she's just there to oversee her own doesn't get trampled. Alas though, it happens that Kessa might become the center of the storm either way. She vainly waves her arms to stay off both dragons, frowning as Choth comes bounding in alongside her green clutchsib. "It's poop!" She declares with a snort of a laugh, leaving the barrel to drop on it's bottom rim until the dragon's curiosity is over. No need to get poop flung everywhere. "Oh…" she says to the human help abruptly amongst her to help, smiling at Calria and then towards K'lton, "Sure. Let's get this off to the side quickly. Hopefully one of the weyrlings that can go between can dump it for us."
Calria makes an attempt to smile back at Kessa as she helps maneuver the poo barrel out of the way, but it turns into more of a grimace as she catches the smell coming off it. Meanwhile Celephath is nudging some discarded bit of trash laying on the bowl floor intently. Cal grunts as her sweaty hands briefly loose purchase on the barrel and it slips a little. A eyeroll at her blue's antics follows. "Yes. I'd like to know how my dragon works." She says to K'lton. "I'm always the one answering his questions, it'd be nice to be on the other end of things for once."
Niarleth finally is convinced that it's not edible, but has to do a couple more loops with her gold sister for fun. Rhalin rubs his face with both hands before peering blearily at K'lton. "Um… sure…. can you tell me why she eats twice as much as the rest of them and is still… scr…" wait, no, can't call his beloved 'scrawny', "so skinny?" You can still see the girl's ribs for crying out loud. "Sorry." is also offered as an aside to Kessa with a bit of a half-smile. Nia will run back to the bucket that she left for the new shiny one, and gobbles the last few bites before returning to circle the poop one, just a couple more times or good measure.
Once the barrel is settled, K'lton chuckles and reaches over to Verbenth's straps, where a sack of sorts is tied up to his neck. Opening it up, he pulls out what appears to be three small binders, as well as three pens. He hands them to each of the Weyrlings, motioning them to settle in, and sit down. As he does himself, he slips out an old, worn looking book from his jacket. "These are journals, and I have filled half of them already with everything you need to know about the basics. Anatomy, basic care, and first aid. I even threw in some illustrations in case you ever wanted to know what your dragon looked like on the inside." He says with a smile from behind his beard. As R'lin makes note of her thinned dragon, he turns his eyes upon the skinny green, then furrows his brows. "She is indeed a bit on the thin side. I can't give a proper diagnosis right off the bat, but, I would say that her metabolism is outpacing her body. Let her eat, but don't let her over eat. If her metabolism slows down too quickly, she will gain a great deal of weight in all the wrong places. If you wish, bring her by the Healing annex and I will do a full check-up on her." Verbenth warbles out a bit of concern, sniffing the air as he eyes the young dragonet, his eyes swirling in a mix of yellow, and orange.
"Now, let's start with the real basics." The Brown rider begins, clearing his throat. "We all know how important it is to oil, and bathe our dragons regularly right?" He asks, glancing to the three girls before him. "Right? Right? Well, we do it because if we do not care for our dragons, especially at this age, where they are more prone to bacteria, and infection, then later in life, their hide will grow itchy, and calloused. It will become painful for them to move about, as well as fly. If infections do work their way deeper through the hide, it could become nearly lethal for a dragon, and that is obviously the last thing /anyone/ wants. So, as a tip, when you bathe, and oil your beloved, make sure you get deep into the crevices beneath their wings, and hind legs. They are tricky, and easy to overlook. They also sweat the most there." He says, making a scribble in his own journal.
Once the barrel of poop is put where it belongs, Kessa doesn't stay long around it - avoiding the dragons who are bouncing around as she makes for safer ground, and less stinker ground too. Pulling her mask off, she watches as Choth once again makes for the outskirts, settling with a tail twitch for her clutch-sister's sake. That was fun, wasn't it? Kessa smirks at R'lin, "No need. They were having fun. Best they do that know before they learn what responsibilities are." This is when Kessa takes the journal and moves in to listen, nose twitching ever so slightly as if she could still smell traces of dung.
Calria manages to convince Celephath to leave the little bit trash alone….and that rock….and that nice lady's canine, and join her in front of the Brown rider. Once settled in, Celephath's lids start to droop, and he is soon snoozing away. Cal givings him a pat lovingly, and then peers quickly at the part of the journal that is filled in. As K'lton starts the lesson she peers at R'lin and snickers a little, and then starts writting.
R'lin settles in next to Cal on the ground, shifting so he can peek at her note taking if neccissary, or elbow her to actually take notes. His scrawny green (yes, his. Not hers. Because R'lin really is a male, despite many people's apparent doubts on that subject. Especially B'kwan, but really, nobody should listen to that monster and his well, bronze monster.) refuses to settle down though, she slinks around for the moment, examing the surroundings, and the ground, and Kessa gets a definite sniff as well. The Istan boy at least twirls his pencil and peers over at the teacher "Won't have trouble with mine not being clean or oiled, she insists more than any of the others.. I mean, how many times can I manage to oil her in one day?"
Kessa is apt to flip through the journal first, letting the sniff from the green assist in a way to flip through it. She smiles over at R'lin, "Always on the go, isn't she?" She points to R'lin's lifemate as she too takes a seat some where, hopefully where there was no dragon poop. For the time being, she lets the other's go at it with the questions.
"Well, you really should oil her once a day, maybe twice if you are finding her to be getting into mud, and dirt quite often. At this stage in their life, the oiling is important to keep their hide fresh, and healthy. Just don't over do it though, you don't want it to get 'too' soft, like paper." K'lton says with a joking chuckle as he looks over towards Verbenth, who settles upon his haunches, then spreads his long wings outwards, as if to show off a bit. See, he is all clean. Ridiculously so. Only someone like the Dragon Healer, who is practically OCD, could get a brown to sparkle like a bronze. "Also, know that exercise is /very/ important for your dragon. I will be going over some drills with you at the yard to ensure that your dragon gets the best cardiovascular, and muscle building routines possible. A happy heart, and lungs makes for a happy dragon." He says as he makes another note in his book. "Now, as you know, your dragon is not allowed to fly, and they won't be allowed to until they are at least a full turn old. The reason why is because we have to ensure their wings are strong enough to support their rapidly increasing weight. You'll notice they'll shoot up like crab grass quite quickly, and soon they'll be nearly to a full height. Well, the wings are the frailest of the dragon's body. They will also be the slowest to fully mature, and develop, so we need to take extra care in how the wings develop. One exercise I enjoyed was we would chain our dragon's legs to very large, heavy logs, and we would have them beat their wings, hard enough they would lift off. It helps stretch their muscles out a bit, as well as strengthen their wings, mostly at the shoulder, mainsails, and leading edge." He pauses. "Any questions so far?"
Calria frowns a little bit. Chain their legs to logs? Sounds like a lot of effort… But for Celephath she'd do anything, and she dutifully continues scribbling stuff down in her sloppy, nearly illegible handwritting. If R'lin is thinking to copy her notes he's going to have a hard time of it. "Not allowed to fly until he's a full turn old? He isn't going to be too happy to hear that." She says of her blue.
R'lin does /not/ approve of that statement as R'lin mutters "5 times today…" over to Cal with a sheepish grin and eyeroll. Oh, but that scrawny green slinks off with what could only be considered a draconic glare at the silly brownrider. Oh no, she's not pleased one bit, no cutting back on /her/ oilings you foul beast! R'lin admittedly is making notes here and there but suddenly jumps to his feet as there's a crash. Oh yes… that little green seems to have decided now is the perfect time to knock that barrel over. Mind you, the ground was already examined and found to be downsloping towards the lesson gathering. Maybe not enough to make it /fully/ to the group, but oh she happily tried. All it took was one nice sweep of her tail, okay fine, and a shove with her entire body weight but that's besides the point.
Kessa, when she has a moment and no one else speaks, asks towards the front, "And what if they don't speak… communicate with other dragons that well?" Choth ignores the crowd, looking wistful up in the sky as she watches some dragons appear and others disappear. Startled then by the barrel dumping, Kessa makes a paled face, her face falling into a hand - exasperated. It took all afternoon to scoop up the poop, and now it's oozing and rolling and getting everywhere. Ew.
"There will be plenty of other things to do to pass the time, and that turn will go by real quick." K'lton tries to assure Calria with a grin on his face. As he goes to launch into his next round of lessons, it seems that the skinny, craft green is looking to get into some trouble. When she knocks the barrel over, and sends it bouncing, and rolling towards them from the steep incline, a look of horror passes over his face. All that mess! All that dirt! With a noticeable twitch of his body, he rises up quickly to his feet, then lets out a long, loud sigh at the sight of all the muck splattered about. The smell is unbearable. ".. Ah.. I.. I think that we need to call an end to our lesson for today. R'lin, I'll help you clean this up. I think we should also talk next time about dragon, and human relations, and how we have to learn to be the 'boss', and control our lifemates from doing things such as this."
