Khena is led in by Mneoth.

Another whuffle, albeit a bit more indignant is directed at P'rru.... but after all... there are manners to be upheld here, and so he shakes himself all over as a means of awakening his weyrling. And suddenly, Rianne is shook rattled and rolled away from her dragon's hide. Blink. "I'm awake, I'm awake... what's going on? Has something-" She cuts off as she catches sight of P'rru standing over her and drops an ironical half salute to him. "It's all right, darling. I'd had enough of bad dreams, anyway," Rianne directs this to her apologetic looking lifemate, and then turns back to the rider...after dropping a wave to Reiko. "Yes?" A raised eyebrow.

OOC: Rianne ehhhs. He shakes himself=Kearneth shakes himself.

Reiko half-stumbles out of the barracks behind her brightly energetic lifemate, her eyes barely open. Cerdith stops abruptly at the sight of others in the training grounds, warbling a cheerful greeting -- at which point Reiko walks right into his flank. Oops. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes at last, she peers into the darkness. "Morning everyone." Cerdith says it's morning. Even if it /is/ dark out.

P'rru rattles his clipboard. "It's morning and your not even out stretching wings yet? Disapointing I must say" someone is cranky. Dsalth's mood is probably affecting him, the older brown not even offering simple courtesies of hello to Cerdith or Mneoth. "I heard your up to mounted walks at least by now..."another firm shake of head and he glowers into his clipboard.

"Why can't you sleep at normal time, Mneo?" Khena mutters as she follows her lifemate out of the barracks. Hearing voices she blinks, narrowing her eyes to identify those here. Not that she didn't recognize those voice. "Morning, P'rru. Reiko. Rianne..."

Reiko scowls, not intimidated in the least by P'rru and his clipboard. "/Barely/ morning," she corrects, shooting a Look at her lifemate. Cerdith seems unfazed by it, snaking his slender neck around to whuffle Reiko's midsection, one idly whirling eye fixed on Dsalth. She reaches a gentle hand to stroke the bright blue headknobs, turning a bit to look at Khena and Mneoth as they come out of the barracks. "Morning." Again.

"Well, Kearneth just let me doze off a few minutes ago..." Pause. "It /can't/ have been a few hours ago, Kearneth." Pause again. "Or perhaps it can," Rianne remarks wryly as she looks vaguely up at the sky, nodding to the new entrances with a laughing expression in her eyes. "Khena, Reiko.. we're being horribly lazy, it seems.. or so the rider is telling me, since we've failed to be excercising at the crack of dawn," Rianne sighs dramatically, and appears to be about to go on... it it weren't for a soft, vaguely conversational whuffle from Kearneth as he coils himself more tightly about his lifemate.

And that is a downside to your friends Impressing. They get into that funk of ignoring your superiority and carry it over to their dragonets. So therefore, Purr scowls even longer at Reiko. Pity she's not scared of him. "'the rider' Rianne? 'the rider'?" he swings to glower at the other blueling. "P'rruuuu" he drawls his named pointedly, "Is giving you a good suggestion. When your just lazing about what better time to ensure your dragons are stretched and have the blood pumping?" he pauses to shoot a decisively softer look at Khena. "Hello, dearest" she hasn't bugged him yet obviously. Still early though.

Arms going up above her head in a slow stretch, Khena tries to stifle a yawn. "What're ya'll doing out here?" she asks, looking around at the others, Reiko getting a longer look for actually being out and about before the sun rises. "Mneoth wanted to come look at the stars," she continues, glancing at the brown, who's staring up at the lightening sky. "They're almost gone, dear," she mutters to her lifemate.

"Well.. you wouldn't let me call you sir. And I don't know if I should call you P'rru. Kearneth is adamantly against this for some 'respectful' reason," Rianne says with mock dismay and widened green eyes as she looks at the older rider. Just as if she wouldn't do what she pleased in this matter lifemate or not. "And I'm sure it's a good suggestion... for a bit from now. I wouldn't want to put Kearneth through the trial of me mounted upon him when halfasleep," Rianne remarks wryly, caressing him lightly, as the dragon almost seems to blow out a light whuffle of relief... though as he moves on to look at Khena, Rianne's bright eyes dance with mischeif.. before she turns him away very /very/ quickly..

Reiko has actually been out before dawn every single morning since she Impressed. And she's /still/ not used to it -- or happy about it. She frowns at P'rru, her expression just a little sulky when she sees him still being nice to Khena. Life just isn't fair. "We just woke /up/," she informs him. Not lazing about. And that more or less answers Khena's question as well, so she doesn't elaborate, although Cerdith is looking longingly in the direction of the lake. As usual.

P'rru licks his lips before letting out a huff. "I didn't say you need to be mounted /now/, lass, only that while your sitting around on your behind, Kearneth might aswell get into the practice of stretching out his muscles...what have the weyrlingmasters been teaching you?" Dsalth ambles over, half interested, peering over his rider's shoulder. "I swear, back in -my day..." here comes the spiel. Find a hole to crawl into quick! It's another impatient stamp though that saves them all from a longwinded story. "Alright Dsalth, I'll get on with it then..it doesn't matter if you've just woken up. What if thread fell out of order and you had to leap from your weyrs straight into formation hmmmmm?" airy gaze now sweeps over them all.

"They'll hardly make us fly before we've learned what to do," Reiko says reasonably, though a shade of concern lingers in her emerald eyes. At the mention of Thread, Cerdith swings his head around to pay closer attention. They should know this, after all. Reiko shifts a little, rolling her eyes at some unheard comment, but she does turn a questioning gaze to P'rru. "Doesn't swimming count as exercise?" She hopes so, really, because that's what Cerdith seems to like to do best.

Khena /used/ to be wide awake just when she got to her feet. Impressing Mneoth had changed all that, the dragon's sleepiness infecting her to the point of annoyance in the former guard's mind. Rubbing sleep out of her eyes, she takes a deep breath, then another, trying to become more alert to the conversation. "P'rru, I honestly don't think things have changed all that much since you were a weyrling," she says, grinning at the brownrider.

Loe heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Ayamizureth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

"But Khena... you'll embarrass the poor rider. He'll have to tell you how old he /really/ is if you keep going on like /that/," Rianne says in a mock scolding tone to Khena, though her eyes are dancing with life and mischeif, and then she turns her wide eyes back to P'rru and Dsalth. What ever happened to respectful? Putting her head in her hands as she leans on Kearneth's hide, she gives him a look of absolute fascination, "Oh, do tell us the ancient history of the weyr and how things were done.. it will give me a jump start on reading of the history of the weyr," Rianne remarks innocently. For some reason, Kearneth feels the need to snake his tail protectively about his rider as she makes this statement and look apologetically at Dsalth and his rider.

P'rru grunts at Reiko, thwarted. He agrees with a curt nod of his head "But -still- it's really only practical if you plan on flaming thread from the confines of our lake..which I sincerley hope you don't" jees he's being a beligerant old bugger this morning eh! The elder brown crumples down onto his belly, watching with quietly agitated eyes and a snort. He's still huuuuungry. "Of course they have, Khena. Why, I would never have even considered talking back to my superiors as this shining example of your clutch" he fans a hand airily at Rianne "has done. Pshaw, can't half tell you've impressed from Cadgwith's get can you? I have a mind to tell Lyri..or R'sli" and he begins scribbling furiously on his clipboard hmming and ahhing in a big show.

Ayamizureth and Loe scuttle out -- or, rather, Ayamizureth slinks out, and a half-asleep Loe gets hauled along for the ride. "Iz too early. Iz too early. Iz too -- ow! Get away." Loe smacks A'sh irritably as he pushes by, moving a fraction of an inch for his blue. "Arg." Such is the greeting directed to everyone else. So friendly, Loe is.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Dsalth thinks of nothing but food, with the occaisonal plume of contempt for his rider. <<Wherry. Or herdbeast. Or both. Perhaps a firelizard to finish the course>> a pause and a waxy breath of stale air <<Kearneth, does your rider not know that my P'rru is right? He may be wrong almost -all- of the time. But it won't do her any good getting on the wrong side of him>> a beat, a whispered aside. <<It is rather funny though, wait till steam fumes out his ears>>

Mneoth rumbles from deep within, peeling his eyes from the fading stars to stare at Rianne and Kearneth, eyes whirling just a little bit faster. "Don't, Mneoth," Khena mumbles, looking from the brown to Rianne to P'rru. "P'rru. Nobody's talking back at ya..." Least of all Necha. She's only speaking to the older brownrider like she always had.

Oh, so repentant is Rianne as she laughs and stretches away from her dragon's hide, who lets her go rather apprehensively as she does so. "Oh, I apologize.... P'rru," Rianne says in her rich Harper's voice. "This mouth of mine... the bane of my existence, I am sure..." Dramatic sigh, and then as Kearneth begins to pick himself up off the ground. "Well, Kearneth. Shall we get to work on thos excercises?" Rianne says with her hands loosely on her hips, to which Kearneth energetically begins to flex his wings, stretching them out as if from a long sleep with a soft whuffle that sounds an awful lot like 'Thank Faranth, finally,' were it a human remark.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Kearneth seems to almost ripple waves of loving exasperation as the shadows in his tone and mind appear to intertwine with silvery lining and a faint crimson background. <<My lady does know. She is what humans call 'pulling his leg', or so my lady tells me.>> A pause, charged with that same exasperation, as he seems to have a brief conversation, before the faint dancing shadows return. <<My lady would like to let you know that she would waited for the steam were it not for the fact that extra punishments are not something she would like in her schedule this week. I use her words.>>

Reiko eyerolls. "Of course we don't." Plan to flame Thread from the lake. Besides being impractical, it's fairly pointless, since the water would drown it. "But as long as we can't actually /fly/, I don't see that it matters where he exercises. We'll hardly be flaming Thread from the ground either." Perhaps Reiko /is/ talking back a bit. But no more than usual, certainly. And her tone and attitude are eminently reasonable. Cerdith seems to be paying attention to something else, though, and extends his wings experimentally.

P'rru blinks up from his clipboard "Loe. Ayamizureth. Riight" he announces only to scribble on the page more as if writing down something important about the greenling pair. Although Rianne is doing what he told her to so he slows down and turns to Dsalth, as if comparing notes. "Very well,Khena. It's not like I could ever be disapointed in you, such a fine brown pair, could I?" colour biased? naw. "Alright you scraggley lot of goodfornothings, line up..come along quick about it all in a row..and no arguing!" so says he, god of everything. "And since we don't want to make Rianne do any more than she humanly has to, you all might aswell file up alongside her.." to what purpose he doesn't bother explaining. They are lowly weyrlings. They don't have a right to ask questions. "Reiko, love, do be quiet and do what I ask" he adds, a little sheepish. She is a friend afterall.

"Hi, P'rru. And Ayamizureth is Cadgwith's baby," Loe whines in said brownrider's direction, looking hopelessly confused. "I don't know whose baby she'd be if she wasn't Cadgwith's. Maybe she'd be Alymath's, or something." Cue a 'gawd that would be freaky' expression here, before Loe and Ayamizureth wander in no particular direction. "Go flap your wings. Or something." Ayamizureth emulates some random stretching dragon over there. Carefully. "Um ... what?" While Loe .. lines up. Over there. By Rianne. Right. "Um ... whatever."

Khena puts a gentle hand on Mneoth neck, muttering something under her breath to the dragon, her eyes seeking out P'rru as he begins to order them about. Brown extends his neck toward P'rru, whuffling the older rider with whirling eyes. "I knew we shoulda stayed inside, Mneoth," weyrling complains, pushing at the dragon to get him to line up with the others. Too used to taking orders, Necha is, to not comply with even P'rru demands.

"How kind of you," Rianne remarks wryly to P'rru, though something in her tone sort of doubts kindness has anything to do with it, along with the faintly raised eyebrow as the other weyrlings line up beside her. A gesture is made to Kearneth, at which point he relectantly stops his flexing of his wings to turn around and fall in behind his rider with a graceful little turn. And he doesn't even /stumble/ this time. Amazing. Kearneth looks rather proud of this fact as he settles in with his head coiled about Rianne's shoulders, pulling her back towards him and watching the rider and his dragon with an air of quiet, polite waiting.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Dsalth mentally 'eyes' each individual, short snappy commands projected for all to hear, but plainly they are meant to mean something to P'rru. <<Short..stumpy...wide...anglular...taut..rounded..3...3...1>> ahhahhh.

Line up? Reiko blinks once, but doesn't argue again. Cerdith is already halfway there, being much the more responsible of the pair, and it's his silent encouragement that Reiko obeys without further remark. In a few moments, they're standing quietly in line, waiting... although Reiko might still be rubbing her eyes a bit from time to time.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Ayamizureth, though, refuses to believe this, words sharp and silver over grumpy grey fog. << Are you calling me fat? >>

P'rru props his clipboard on his hip and marches slowly up and down the short line. A vagrant weyrling who he has not bothered to learn the name of is barked at, and reluctantly slips onto the end of the line aswell. A swivel and the heels of his boots grind into the dirt in front of Reiko. He leans out, looks her up and down and does the same to Cerdith. "Right. If Cerdith was to be any fruit. What would he be?" don't laugh for Purr looks completely serious. Even Dsalth is silent, as if holding his breath in bellow lungs for the response. "Loe!" he snaps before Reiko can answer "If Ayamizureth could dunk any assistant weyrlingmaster in the lake, which one would it be?" eyes swing back to Reiko before he hollers "Answers, people, answers!"

<Local> Mneoth senses that Dsalth answers in a matter-of-fact tone of generic umber <<You would be the -short- one, little wings>>

Loe stares over at P'rru, blinking. "Uh. Why would she want to dunk an assistant weyrlingmaster in the lake, anyway?" Even if she 'could', she'd probably get in trouble anyway.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Kearneth seems to decide this is the time to step in, and with soothing, velvety crimson tones tinged with faint silver lining, he turns his voice to Ayamizureth. <<Lady, I am sure that no one would /think/ to say such a thing of such a dragon as you. It would be open falsehood and obvious to all to laugh.>> Pause as Dsalth comments, and then he seems to put his tones back in. <<You see? And short becomes you well, lady...>> Ah, yes, Kearneth to the ruffled pride dragon's rescue!

Khena blinks slowly, head turned to P'rru as he begins asking strange questions. Frowning she crosses her arms, then leans against Mneoth's shoulder, eyes still on the older brownrider as he marches up and down the line. "P'rru? Where're you going with those questions?"

<Local> Mneoth senses that Ayamizureth sniggers, strangling Dsalth's words in whips of neon green. << Am I short because you're ... 'round'? Or for other reasons? >> To Kearneth, a slicker of semigrateful ivory. << Your attempts at flattery are appreciated. >> Though images of a rather expansive Ayamizureth hint that she'd prefer to be the green that was too big instead of too small.

Blink. And Kearneth seems to blink his dragon eyes as well as he look at the rider.. but then the facade of polite watchfulness settles down on them both.. it seems that Rianne's Harper training has been as necessary as her dragon's disposition in this case. "Yes, P'rru.... is this supposed to reach some deep point of our dragon's pysche or ours?" Rianne questions wryly as she looks over at him with one raise eyebrow.

Reiko gapes. Fruit? She stares for a moment, then Cerdith gives her a whuffle. "He says... he doesn't want to be a fruit," she offers hesitantly. She's about to leave it there, when she's abruptly nudged. "Because fruit isn't blue," she adds sheepishly, turning to give her lifemate a consoling scritch. "Yes. It's a perfectly lovely shade of blue." Shades, really.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Kearneth seems to flood denial at Ayamizureth, as if /struck/ by this idea, his tones becoming wrapped in softness and velvety warmness. <<Lady, that you could think such a thing of me! I speak nothing but the truth as I see it. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.>> Ahhh.. /somebody's/ been listening to his rider talk a bit much, eh? Noo.. he got that one all on his own. <<I would be /happy/ to bestow it on you at any time. I am at your service.>> Ah, such a polite tone he uses to say that, as well, though with a hint of faint humour that encircles it.

P'rru scowls and says slowly to the greenling. "That is not an proper answer, lass." as if she knew better. "Tis but a simple question.." Khena steps up to the plate and he wheedles. "If Mneoth was to choose, would he rather eat wherry for the rest of his life or herdbeast?" ahem. "Answers!" and now eyes fall on Rianne, almost a mocking sneer covering his features "If you, little lass, were an insect, a bug that could be swatted- would Kearneth squish you with his foot, tail or behind?" an eyebrow quirks upwards and he leans back again "Do not ask me to explain because your tiny minds would have no way of comprehending.." Reiko's reply however makes him hmmm and scribble on his clipboard.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Dsalth is bored and his tone reflects in pedestrian terracottas <<Do tell your riders to hurry up and give the old windbag an answer. I'm hungry>> and he floats an image of a brown dragon, thin from hunger and flopping pathetically on the ground. <<And the herds are already awakening>>

"If Ayamizureth had the chance to dump anyone in the lake," Loe mutters, crossing her arms. "I bet it'd be you and your stupid questions." If Loe is wrong, Loe will give an answer that's probably less proper than the first one. "/You/ wanna be respected, don't make me disrespect the weyrlingmasters." And with that, Loe flops on the ground and sulks. Aw. She makes such a nice immature twenty-turn-old. "Nooo, Aya, you're not fat and I never said you were and don't eat the bug."

That mocking sneer is met with an impassive glance as Rianne raises her eyebrow at him, looking none too intimidated as she inclines her head to him, apparently asking her /dragon/ this question. Oh, dear.. the wrong thing to do. Or perhaps this was Rianne's intention, as a smile spreads over her face. Right /before/ Kearneth snakes his tail tighter around Rianne and pulls him to her, his posture on the defensive and tight as he seems to lift his nose to stare down it at the rider very pointedly. A moment later, Rianne gives P'rru his answer. "He says that if I were an insect, he wouldn't squish me at all, but keep me to observe the beauty he saw there," Rianne says mildly and shrugs her shoulders apologetically. "I'm so sorry if that wasn't the answer you were looking for..."

<Local> Mneoth senses that Kearneth that he responds smoothly, smugly, with more than a hint of satisfaction in it, <<I did.>> And then she shadows seem to ripple and he steps back and away from the conversation for the moment.

Khena blinks. Again, staring at P'rru in disbelief before eyes glazes over as she listens to Mneoth's voice in her head. "Neither," she finally says, grinning at the old brownrider, "he'd want burdenbeasts....? You can't eat burdenbeast, Mneo," she says, the last whispered under her breath to the dragon, a deep frown on her face as she turns to watch her lifemate.

P'rru just blinks at Loe and continues scribbling. Probably putting a big red X next to her name. Definately. "Aye, 'salth. It is always the greenriders that I am never suprised at. Funny creatures. All rather awful" cept Sasha of course. Purr's favouritest of them all. "Very good, Rianne" he says, a deft few marks made on the page. "Burdenbeasts! Good choice, Mneoth, good choice. Such a logical answer, as I expected.." again his mood seems to lift as he heasd down the line. "Well we've got what we came for 'salth, come along, off to the pens before you make my head explode with your incessant whining!" Dsalth for all intents and purposes jumps for joy, pracinging off towards the pens, a jaunty goodbye bugle tossed over his shoulder. "Have a marvelous day, all of you" Purr mimics the bright mood, trotting off after his lifemate.

P'rru swings up to ease himself between defined neckridges Dsalth goes home.

Chelle heads west towards the Northern curve of the bowl.

Rianne has disconnected.
Marianne suddenly swoons as if into a dream...

Reiko blinks once, then again, as P'rru abruptly leaves. "That was... intersting," she muses, watching Dsalth take off. Cerdith gives her a nudge, bringing her back to the present, and she gives her lifemate a little smile. "Sure. I don't think anyone will mind if you swim now." She gives those remaining a quick, careless wave, then follows Cerdith to the lake.

Loe mutters, waving a fist after P'rru. "Well, you're a ... a ... a big jerk." An irritable huff, and she stands up, rubbing at Ayamizureth's headknobs as the green wanders close. "We're not awful. We're /stunning./" So hah on P'rru.

Khena looks at P'rru leaving with Dsalth, then turns to Mneoth, thumping his side with a palm a scowl on her face. "Let's go, Mneo.. 'fore anybody else comes along to give us silly questions," she mutters, turning to the barrack, without looking back to see if her lifemate is following.