Lylia lounges. Y'know. Lengthy legs attempt to keep up with the vampiric dragon's stride. Okay, a futile move, but still. Druseth's soft stare trails across the gathered lot, brooding silence over him. While Lylia just... bubbles. "Hyyyyyzen," she croons, hopping over, leaving her dragon's side. But she quickly snaps her mouth shut, blinking as she watches the 'lings. Warily. Hum.

X'ner heads out of the barracks with Nezdarvyth plodding along beisde him. Quickly, he goes about putting the straps on the bronzling, dragon having a hard time holding still. Broken warble comes out in an almost chuckle..er...giggle. Bwaha..today Nezdarvyth conquers ::between::! Wahaha..the Weyr shall be next. Oh yes.

Cerdith heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Sua seems to be one of the later weyrlings out, her arms full of leathers and the straps hanging around her shoulders. "You could of helped someway, 'Seth." She grumbles as she drops her items and beginning to slip on jacket and gloves before moving towards the slowly slithering brown who blinks over towards the other dragons around, as well as his clutchmates. Is that excitement in his eyes, or perhaps echoing only the beam across his lifemate's face. ":Between:, 'Seth. Has it been that long 'go? I 'member :between:, though..." A slight pause as she finishes buckling Skeseth's straps, before taking ahold of the rest of her gear.

Loe spasms in. Well. Sort of. Greenlet wanders in rather jerkily, shaking out her leg and arm at random intervals. "Arr." Shake, shake. "You could've .. got me up in time to wake my leg up." Whine. Grumble. Twitchtwitch.

Hiza is removed from Issryuith's neck, sliding down and gaining assitantance from tail if need be.

Chelle heard that, Lorsalia! And she doesn't appreciate the reminders of how dangerous betweening can be. She frowns, turning to check Rha's straps yet again. It never hurts to check them, right? She nods when she decides that they're as strong as they were last time she checked and, with another grumble Rhajath-wards, she clambers on up. Afterwards, she makes sure that her jacket is buttoned up tightly, helmet is on securely, goggles are there, just waiting to be put over eyes. Rhajath rumbles impatiently, stomping his feet and spreading his wings out a bit to show his readiness for this big event.

Chelle climbs up, settling herself between Rhajath's neckridges.

Hyzen appears from the barracks, a large, though slightly strained grin on her face. Seeing Akilth and Sraine, she gives a hearty wave to her close friend. "Sraine! I know! But I thought you might want to help." There's an annoyed look that crosses her face at the mention of Sraine's weyrmate, but she says nothing on that... now. Chuckling, she moves towards Imbriath, who'd come back, apparently, from her sulk. "Okay," she calls out, motioning the new arrivals closer. Then Lylia appears. Face breaks into a wide grin. "Lylia! Want to help out? They're getting ready to between." Shudder. Scary. Back to the weyrlings. "We'll go up in the 'V' formation, so that I can keep my eye on you. Sraine," and she looks towards Akilth's rider, "and Lylia, if she wants to help, will be my wingseconds." Young woman rubs her hands together. "Now, before we go off, I am going to warn you about pulling tricks or acting stupid during this. This is possibly the most dangerous lesson you will have. There's no second chance when you /between/."

Reiko slips out of the barracks, Cerdith close behind. Emerald eyes blink once or twice at those gathered as she tries to piece together what she's missing. "Hyzen?" One hand rests uncertainly on Cerdith's riding straps. Elehu /said/ she was healthy enough to join weyrling exercises again. But Between?

T'am heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Hiza bounces, giving Iss's neck a pat, and letting her mouth go in a little 'o'. Crowd. AWLM. Deduction of 'class' is made after a moment, and so she calls out, "Am I laaaaate, Hyzen, Lylia???" Lil' greener shuffles in that general direction. And gapes, "/Between/? Hyzen, hyzen, re Iss and me allowed to come?" Eyes go round with a mixture of excitement and horror. And she's so distracted that Reiko's prescense is missed entirely.

Above, Snow pushes their way upwards through wind and thermals.

X'ner lightly pats Nezdarvyth's shoulder, the bronze shifting on his feet a little. Could he be nervous? Nezdarvyth? /Yes/. "Nez, we'll do just fine. Don't worry." Erf! He's been caught. Dragon head lifts, a warble bellowing forth. Ha! He fears nothing! He shall conquer this..between thing. Bwaha!

Akilth looks down from his empowering and overwhelming height. Mwaha. Lookit the biiiig brown. Swoon at his cuteness. Ahem. Sraine herself can't help but smile nostalgically at all the smaller dragons and young future riders. It seemed to LONG ago...and then it didn't. Either way, she was here to help. So she might as well do it. "Since I'm going to be helping out with this, I'll have to stress Hyzen's point," the brownrider speaks to all the weyrlings, a bit of gravity pulling through her vocals, "Messing up while going /between/ can be lethal. It's important to listen very carefully to ALL instructions."

Khena heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Mneoth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

The spindly green concedes and crouches down, allowing Lorsalia to mount and slide into place between two blue-whispered neckridges.
Yajisarath goes home.

Lylia snickers. Quietly. "Help? With /them/?" Ewwwwww. Well... okay. With a little nod and reddish braid bouncing, Lylia skirts over towards Druseth, tracing fingertips along the crimson-tinted foreleg. "Sounds good... We're not gonna lose any, are we?" She doesn't care, but R'sli might.

"What?" Loe stares and shakes in the direction of the Almighty Assistant Weyrlingmaster ... folks, edging closer to Ayamizureth. "Wha-a-at? ::Between?::" Whine, goes Loe. "O-o-oh." Spasm, goes the weyrling, even as she checks on Aya's straps and pays verycloseattention to the Srainelady. Eeh.

Settled between two of Rhajath's neckridges, Chelle listens very closely to Hyzen, wanting to catch every word. /This/ class she's nervous about. After Hyzen stops speaking, Chelle nods and pats the blue hide in front of her, "I /know/ that you'll do fine...I just hope /I/ do." she notes. Rhajath moves back a bit so that he'll be in position for liftoff. Chelle nods again towards Sraine. Double warnings...This is dangerous.

X'ner clambers up Nezdarvyth's neck with the help of an offered forelimb, willingly offering themself to the bronzer's evil ways.

Loe scales silvern-buckled straps, hauling herself between quagmire ridges.

::Between:: is the first word Khena hears as she and Mneoth comes out of the barrack. "We're going between?" she asks, looking quite bewildered from one to the other, then rests her eyes on her lifremate a crooked smile on her face.

Sua finallys flips on her helmet with a large grin still displayed on her face... No wait, that is a fading grin actually as she seems to get slightly serious. Skeseth doesn't seem to be at all too excited anymore, stretching his wings out as if to form some kind of shadow around himself as he awaits for further instructions. He did promise his lifemate to be 'good' during lessons, didn't he? Siiigh.. So the two wait, or rather the brown simply stays against the ground while the brownling quietly makes her way to settle between neckridges, nodding slowly towards 'lingmasters. Serious lesson, is it?
Sua takes little time to swing up and nestle in a shadow between Skeseth's neckridges.

Mneoth almost crawls out after Khena, doing a half-stretch, half-saunter kind of thing. With a soft croon he turns lazily whirling eyes on his rider, nudging her shoulder gently.

Hyzen tries to meet the gaze of each of the weyrlings. "There's not much I can tell you to prepare you. You've heard the horror stories, I'm sure." She nods before grinning at Lylia and Sraine. "Okay, have your dragons take the image of Red Butte from Imbriath, Akilth or Druseth." Woman pauses here, gaze unfocusing for a moment. Green burbles softly before reaching out and nuzzling her rider. "She's envisioning now." And up she goes into the saddle, settling herself comfortably and snapping herself in. She's at the very tip of the 'V' in wingleader slot. Lucky her.

Hyzen looks down, recalling Reiko had spoken to her. "Yes, Reiko?"

"Yeaaaaaah." Lylia blinks slightly, eyes suddenly glancing off into the distance as she concentrates. That's where they're goin? Aww. But... it's not as fun there as, say, Southern. With a soft smile towards Druseth's whispery-soft whuffle, Ly clambers up the brown's side, legs twitching. Par-tay.

Hiza is helped by willowly green tail onto Issryuith's equally willowly neck.

Reiko is busy processing the instructions, just in case, when abruptly she's being spoken to. "It's okay for me to join?" She glances uncertainly at Cerdith, then back up at Hyzen.

Khena glances around at the other weyrlings and the 'masters, her mind still somewhat confused at what was going on here. Shoulders coming up in a shrug she takes a hold of Mneoth straps, heaving herself to the neck of the brown, her eyes glazing over as she speaks to him.
Mneoth lends a weary forearm for Khena to climb to a stable seat between two neckridges.

Lylia swiftly scales up to Druseth's neck, finding a spot to neatly slide between a pair of dark neck ridges.

with the help of a bronze forearm, T'am clambers up Farleth's neck and settles in between two o' the best lookin' bronze neckridges ever to be seen this side o' Pern.

Perched squarely 'tween quagmire-tinted neckridges, Loe buckles herself very snugly in, pee-e-ering over towards Hyzen. "Eeeh?" A few blinks, and then she ohs, prodding Ayamizureth in the side. "You gotta .. uh, learn that picture. And give it to me so I can see." Whee.

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner takes a few deep breaths, hands patting the dragon below him reasurringly. Not that Nez needs any reasurrance, mind you. Nah. Squeak. Dragon and rider look back and forth between each other, Ner quietly nodding.

Mneoth turns his dark head to study Imbriath for a long moment before craning his neck around to peer at Khena. Wings unfurl slightly in preparation, feet shifting slightly.

Settled peacefully in a shadow on Skeseth's neck, Sua tries to get comfortable between 'ridges, which doesn't take too long before she peers towards the others curiously. "'Seth. Listen." That is all she murmurs quietly, nodding slowly over towards Hyzen as she gives her own brown a good familiar poke, those that might get him to pay attention at times. That's when Skeseth seems to grumble lightly, shifting to one the young woman astride him. Now he can wait, right? Yes, that's it, that is after staring towards the green named Imbriath for quite some time.

From Akilth's neck, Sraine is already mounted and strapped in and in her leathers. Spiffy, ne? So, she just skips ahead to the part about putting her helmet on. Normally she'd stay quiet in situations like this, but she IS supposed to be helping. "It's REALLY important that you and your dragon have a good mental picture of where you're going." Brownrider pauses to make sure every one is listening. "If your dragon doesn't know where he or she is going, then you'll be stuck /between/ or you might appear somewhere you don't want to be. Underground for instance or IN the Star Stone instead of ABOVE them. And all of you SHOULD have the Star Stones memorized. It's a focus point to help orientate yourself." Okay, that's enough schpiel from her for now.

Settled between two of Rhajath's neckridges, Chelle blinks as she, too, catches the picture from Rhajath's mind. "I've never even seen /that/ place!" she murmers. "You sure you've got it, Rha? Ookay..." Fingers tighten on the straps and she sits and waits...

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza wriggles a little bit, closing clasps on her riding jacket, pulling on gloves, helmet and goggles. Flying=gear. Straps are checked from the ground on on her way up, and as she buckles herself into place, "Aaaahh.... Iss says she has it!" Calls Hiza, making sure again that everything is snug. "Carefulcarefulcareful." A blink at Sraine's words. "Underground?" She meeps, not bothering to ask what happens when -that- happens.

From Farleth's neck, T'am nervously runs a hand over a bronze neckridge, "Really? You're certain you've got it?" He trusts his partner, but this is one flight that can't go wrong. Fellow 'lings get a nervous smile. Eep.

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner eerfs! Underground? IN the Star stones? Um...ok, this is sounding like a bad class to take. Nervously, he glances in T'am's direction, throwing a half smile to him. Yeah, they'll get through this one, definately. Why? Nez warbles beneath him. Because the dragon says so, that's why! Bwaha..time to put this plan into action.

Reiko twitches a little, still not daring to mount up. Surely she can catch up another time if need be; having already spent a few sevendays grounded, she's in no hurry to prolong it by trying to do too much too soon. In spite of the fact that Cerdith has already taken it upon himself to learn the coordinates from Imbriath. Even if they don't go today, he'll need it eventually, neh?

Ayamizureth pauses, head lifting and tilting ever so carefully towards Sraine. Uh. Yeah. Pleasant image, there. Loe seems to think so, too. "Um. Um. Um. Um. Wrong image, Aya. Wrong image. Wrong image." Spasm. Twitch. Arr. "Uh .. Aya has it." Sniff.

Sandwiched between Mneoth's klah-brown neckridges, Khena's eyes glances in the direction of the Star Stones, the image as clear in her mind as it could possible be. Replacing that image with the one of Red Butte shouldn't be a problem as Mneoth's relay had been quite clear as well. Horror stories about dragons ending up INside the structure of the Star Stones or in the ground does not rattle her, nor does the thought of getting lost between. "Ready, Mneoth... Don't forget. We have to get in the air first!"

Hyzen, with the kindly help of a delicate forelimb, manages to pull themself up Imbriath's straps and betwixt ridges of star-kissed emerald.

From Farleth's neck, Snow smoothly appears from ::between::! with a flutter of wings and a sweet croon.

Snow lets go of Farleth's neckridge and flies off.

Settled between two of Rhajath's neckridges, Chelle closes her eyes for a moment, as if that will help the image of where they're supposed to go come in even more clear. "You see that, Rha? Just /there/...That's right...No, not on /top/ of it..in the air.../there/."

Mneoth snorts quickly, shaking his shoulders a bit even though Khena is perched up there. He'll just continue stretching his legs now. Hopefully she has her riding belt attached already. Mneoth thinks to you, << Of /course/ we have to be in the air first. You have to fly to go between, and flying means in the air. >>

Betwixt Imbriath's absinthe ridges and creamy straps, Hyzen blinks before her gaze slides to Cerdith. She's silent for a moment, studying before it's back to Reiko with a large grin. "If you feel confident enough, then you can. Cerdith's fine now and so are you, I'm taking?" She winks at her friend before nodding at the others. "Sraine makes some valid points. Make sure each picture you envision for your dragon is clear. We don't want to lose any of you." Okay, she just reiterated Sraine, but they MUST understand. "Get into your positions! Remember, just a regular 'V' formation." Sure, just act like they're dumb weyrlings or something, sheesh.

With the help of a handy strap and a gracefully extended forelimb, Reiko swings up onto Cerdith's neck and settles in comfortably.

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner grins a bit to himself and gives Nezdarvyth a light slap on the side of the neck. "You heard her then, lets get this party started, Nez." The dragon warbles, wings flapping momentarily before he takes up his position, snorting a little at anyone who gets in 'his' space. -His- space. Spaaace. No touchy.

Khena's lifemate's shake of his shoulders, reminds her that it might be a very good idea indeed to fasten straps to her belt, and does so quickly, then looks up to see the other 'lings get into position.
Mneoth senses that Khena is getting slightly nervous now as the time draws nearer. <> she tells, you, motioning toward your position in the V formation.

Akilth stays, for the most part, fairly still as his One and Only and Hyzen tell the others the importance of being serious during /between/ing. It wasn't something to fool around with. Tail flickers between him and dark-pale brown gives an encouraging rumble. Sraine, herself, chuckles...mostly due to random-Aki-thoughts. "Not to scare you or anything, but you have to remember how serious this lesson is." There. There's one of those nice, everything-will-be-allright Ine smiles. Feel better, ne?

From Farleth's neck, T'am finishes buckling himself in, which in all her nervousness he nearly forgot. Luckily Farleth isn't nearly as scatter-brained as his rider. Another half dozen mental questions of 'are you sure?' and T'am finally looses some of his anxiety. Farleth does seem to have a good fix on it. "Positions? But, I was sick! I don't remember an 'V' formation...oh." A blush creeps into those cheeks. "Farleth says he was paying attention and knows where to go." Thats said with a wave of the hand, as if to reassure that he's not going to crash into any of them.

Perched squarely 'tween quagmire-tinted neckridges, Loe is a dumb weyrling. But Ayamizureth is smart, so it's all okay. Somehow. Green's nearest neckridge is prodded, and Aya slinks in the right direction, setting herself up as close to the front as she can get. Her spot. Her spot. Shuddup. Arr. "Uh ... right. V. Uh, huh." Indeedy. Spasm.

Settled peacefully in a shadow on Skeseth's neck, Sua shudders lightly, perhaps attempting to hide himself between 'ridges of her lifemate. Those aren't good stories of :between:ing and she really doesn't want to end up trapped underground. That is a Bad Thought. However, Skeseth seems to be confident enough, offering his own snort as eyes shoot up towards the Star Stones which was also indicated before craning neck to view lifemate. "Yes, I got it, and you have it? Good. We'll be fine." But the brownling seems to be staring at the sky for a very long time, trying to perfect the vision perhaps.

Mneoth begins to slide into place as his rider instructs, Red Butte still in his mind as an odd look of concentration contorts his face just a wee bit. Must remember...

You sense Mneoth suddenly fills his mindvoice with comforting scents, a cool breeze of minty green washing over you. << We will do fine, Khena! We are really going between, just like the older dragons! >>

Cerdith dips his head sweetly at Hyzen's appraisal, warbling his added approval. Reiko wastes no further time hauling herself up, flashing a grateful smile at Hyzen. Helmet. Goggles. Gloves. Breathe. Yes, she's confident... at least, she's sure she's healthy and alert. Of course she's nervous. But a few quiet moments of communicating with her lifemate reassures her that both of them have the proper coordinates firmly fixed in their minds. Now to get into formation. "Ready," she calls, her voice clear and sure, her eyes slightly unfocused as she concentrates on the image of the Red Butte.

Rhajath stays stuck in his spot, wings still spreading so the other dragons won't get /too/ close. He's in a good spot on the right side of the 'v'. Chelle waits silently, both dragon and rider continuing to envision their destination.

Druseth rumbles, low and throaty. Rooooowr. Lylia, however, is quiet content to let out her own squeaking giggle, flopping forward over the blunted 'ridges as he gracefully slinks forward, taking a spot near Imbriath, a little croon offered. Fair damsel! And Ly's ready and muttering, stuff about 'V's are dull' and ''liiiings are scaaary, Druseth...'. Y'know. Her usual chatter. She seems more concerned with muttering to herself than the actions of the 'lings.

Khena is ready as well, and says so outloud; "Ready." Looking up she manages to also remember to pull on gloves and helmet, then cover her eyes with large goggles, obscuring half her face. Taking a deep breath, she gives a short nod after conferring with her lifemate. "Mneoth's ready as well."

Issryuith trundles(well, more walk-glides) to her normal place at the tail-end of the formation, giving constant whuffles. It's just between. Iss would rather fly and play with the clouds. So there. Hiza pats green neck and sounds, "Ready-ready-ready." Anxiety fades a bit as green's relative calm invades her rider, expression setting seriously underneath her flying gear. And she takes the clear image from Issryuith so both of the pair can envision. Though for Hiza it's more just thinking. Really. Relaxing between Druseth's neckridges, Lylia falls asleep.

Betwixt Imbriath's absinthe ridges and creamy straps, Hyzen watches as each of the weyrlings move into position, her grin hidden by her leather's collar. Goggles are settled into place and helmet is adjusted slightly. That done, she checks the positions of the other riders before her hand lifts, clenched into the air. Imbriath shifts slightly, her excited warble spilling from her deep green maw, wings flicking out slightly. Another check and then Hyzen's hand plummets down in the signal for them to launch as a wing.

Mneoth senses that Imbriath thinks << We go! >>

Mneoth senses that Imbriath thinks << Very good. You fly well, my weyrlings. Now, have your rider envision Red Butte for you. But also get it from me to make sure it is the right place and clear enough for you. Do you understand? >>

Mneoth senses that Cerdith understands.

Mneoth senses that Rhajath envisions and takes the picture from other dragonminds as well, just to make sure... >>We have it and understand clearly. We are ready!<<

Mneoth senses that Ayamizureth flickers, obviously distracted with envisioning. << We see the picture. >> Joy.

Mneoth senses that Akilth thinks << I will be the last to make sure all of you go. I reiterate dear Imbri, make sure you see it well. >>

Mneoth senses that Farleth pounces upon the vision, gathering it from many minds to be sure.

Mneoth senses that Nezdarvyth sees, a mental flush of brilliance..in his own mind at least. <>