You sense Mneoth streeetches, wings actually extending over the edges of the couch now, a soft breeze fanning your face as he turns to glance at you, snapping his wings to his back in a quick motion while turning as if to leave. << It is a beautiful morning, Khena >> he says softly, in case you still sleep. << None of my clutchmates are awake yet. We could have the morning all to ourselves. >> Though you know what they say about best laid plans, right?

"How d'you know it's a beautiful morning, Mneoth?" Khena mutters, looking up at her lifemate with amusement shining in her eyes. "You haven't been outside... Have you?" Sitting up, she look at the brown with a suspicious look in her eyes as her arms circle her knees, head tilted.

Mneoth thinks to you, << A little wherry told me >> comes his answer with all the solemn weight of a mountain. Except for those bright greens dancing around the edges and a sharp taste of humor. << And I only peeked. >>

Khena shakes her head as she pulls her boots on, sitting on the edge of the shared stone couch. "Shouldn't be long 'fore we get our own place, Mneoth," she says, grinning as her eyes sweep the crowded barracks. For someone who'd shared inhabitants her entire life, living on her own - with only a lifemate to keep her company - would be quite a change. "Al right.. Let's go outside then," she continues abrubtly, standing and lifting her jacket off a peg to pull it on while moving to the exit.

Mneoth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

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

Uzasnyth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Pae is led in by Uzasnyth.

Cris heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Cerdith heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Reiko is led in by Cerdith.

Sua heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Skeseth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

R'sli stands in the middle of the muddy Training Grounds, tugging at the straps on Zaqith's hide. "Is this everyone?" he asks, not turning around. "Right. Everyone check their straps for wear and make sure that they're good and snug. You've done short flights before, but this lesson is going to be a bit of turning and things that will be new to you." He turns, and leans against his lifemate. "Now, to review. Who can tell me the three most-used formations?"

You fasten the riding straps to Mneoth's neck.

Mneoth slows considerably on his way outside, large whirling eyes staring at the number of people. They weren't out here a moment ago... A soft wuffling warble is given his lifemate, an apologetic hint to it as he finally just halts all together. He'll watch from here.

Pae is carefully concealed behind Uzasnyth, who lumbers about nonchalantly, murmuring about wrathful weyrlingmasters and the punishments they dish out. The weyrling does not acknowledge her fellow clutchmates nor the weyrlingmaster via verbatim, but instead obeys R'sli and examines her lifemate's riding gear soundlessly.

X'ner shuffles along with Nezdarvyth at his side, the dragon grumbling quietly about..something or another. Nothing new there. The weyrling however.."Nez, why do you insist on pink? Really, pink is /not/ your color...oh fine." He rolls his eyes, still checking the straps he carries along with him. The black and pink ones. Well..those seem in working condition. Question. Errr..brows lift. "..Hm.." Think Ner! Think!! "Standard V formation?"

Sua strides in quickly from the barracks, shooting looks over her shoulders. Luckily, the brownling seems to be in a better mood than some other times, quietly shuffling closer towards her lifemate in order to check the straps. She shoots the Weyrlingmaster a glance, blinking quietly. Should she answer? "The V shape one, an' then the backwards V, and the row one? Those are the three we did, I believe..." Do they have names, even?

Hiza blinks and pipes up, "Buuuut we -haven't - done short flights." Beside her, Issryuith gives a whuffle and flutters her wings gently, "Iss hasn't flown at all." And they haven't got their ground formations down pat either, so she doesn't answer the question, though she -does- check Issryuith's straps.

Khena walks a few steps ahead before discovering that her lifemate has stopped all together. Turning, she stands there a moment watching the brown, watching his clutchmates, the shakes her head returning to his side to make a show of inspecting ridingstraps she /knew/ was flawless. Let the others answer this one. No real reason to repeat what's already been said, though.. "The V-formations give more coverage of the skies when fighting Thread," she notes, looking over her shoulder at the weyrlingmaster.

Cris stalks out from the barracks, throwing an inquisitive look over her shoulder to make sure Qelketh is obediantly following. Cock of ear is tilted towards the weyrlingmaster, a roll of shoulders provided before straps, already buckled securely about the blue's neck. A good natured grumble is given as she slides in closer to the 'lingmaster.

Skeseth slinks along beside his lifemate, dutifully becoming still as Sua checks his straps. A glance shoots toward R'sli as he speaks before 'Seth decides he'd rather ooogle all his clutchsiblings. From one dragon to the other his eyes move, staring at each one for long enough to hopefully send a cold chill up their tails before he snorts and goes to the next dragon.

Reiko looks up from checking Cerdith's straps to eye R'sli a bit warily. Longer flights. She quickly checks with her lifemate, who assures her he's perfectly fine and hasn't he been practicing? A twisted halfsmile curls her lips and she returns her attention to R'sli. She's about to answer his question when Sua does instead. She's pretty sure they're actually called something else, but the jist is right so she doesn't bother to add her opinion.

Ayamizureth slinks quietly in, hauling Loe along with her -- uh oh. Are they missing something? Um. Oopsies.

Mneoth snorts just a bit, finally continuing on his way to stop beside Khena. Limbs and wings move just a bit in small circles, doing his own quick equipment check before stretching those wings out fully yet again. It just feeeels good.

Qelketh is obediently following. Yes. He's all strapped and everything. Scoot to the left, dart back tot he right, and he's still following Cris. She can check the straps for him. Because.. he doesn't want to. Footshuffle.

R'sli nods. "The line formation is a popular one in Telgar," he acknowledges. "But with the terrain we cover here at the Reaches, we use both V formations, and the X formation." He straightens, and begins walking along the weyrlings and their dragons. "Today, we'll be using the standard inverted V formation. We'll take off in the ground formation, and take our positions in the air." That said, he places his hands on his hips. "Now, does anyone's lifemate have any soreness or stiffness in their wings? Or any sort of fatigue?"

<Junior Weyrling Wing> Mneoth senses that he seems to almost hum, if very softly, straight greens of vibrant hues framing his mindvoice to accentuate the subtly spicy scent of cinnamon. << I believe we will do well today. If we can concentrate. >> Which really /isn't/ a comment about anyone, just a state of fact as voiced by a deep, mellow voice to match.

X'ner glances towards Nezdarvyth, a questioning brow raised. The bronze himself snorts, wings stretching out with a yawn. The weyrling shakes his head, smiling to himself. "No, Nez is perfectly fine today." That...may not be exactly what the dragon said, but he's not about to repeat it!

Sua smiles lightly and dips her head down slowly towards R'sli, listening quietly as she gives her lifemate's straps one final tug. "Feeling alright, 'Seth?" And she really doesn't have to repeat what the Weyrlingmaster asked, because she always has her brown listening on the lessons... Right? A hand quickly pats the hide, though awaiting to make sure that he is just fine to fly once again.

Reiko's eyes roll expressively as Cerdith gives her his answer. "Of course not. But I need to ask." Especially for something as important as this. She folds her arms across her chest, leveling her gaze at the Weyrlingmaster. "Cerdith is fine."

Cris looks up to Qelketh as the question is posed in the middle of checking that his straps are tight enough, a raise of brow towards the blue and big blue wings. "Qelketh's been fine." is allowed with a slow nod before she goes back to tightening the buckle of straps up one notch.

Khena eyes Mneoth's wingplay, then turns to look at R'sli, her shoulders coming up in a shrug. "No problems whatsoever here," she notes, turning back to her lifemate, a crooked smile on her face as she watches him almost take off without her. "He's more than ready for this class, I think.."

"Ayamizureth's fine," Loe states, tugging her gloves onto her hands. "Just fine." Nevermind Loe's random twitches, really.

Pae mutters, sniffs, and generally grumbles. R'sli receives an answer, quiet and sulking, "Uzi's fine." She leans against her lifemate, one arm draped apathetically across her lap, the other absently fiddling with her tunic.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Cerdith is more than fine! His mindvoice fairly quivers with barely-suppressed excitment, brilliant golds shooting through the greens and blues. << I'm ready! >> This is what he's been practicing for, after all.

Qelketh has been fine, yes. Wings are stretched a bit, flapped gently, as the straps are checked. Big blue wings. Flap.

Hiza looks at Issryuith and back at R'sli, shaking her head, "Issryuith says her wings feel fine." This is reported with a fond thump to her green neck and a beam, "Actually, she said everything feels fine," and Hiza will leave off the part about 'except I wanted to swim with you'.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Qelketh belts out a slightly out-of-pitch << Reeeeeeady-y-y-y! >> amidst random sparkles. There's blue sparkles. Lots and lots of blue glitter, too. Very ready. And shiny.

Mneoth is indeed ready, cool shades of calming blue all but blending with the dark brown surrounding. He even did his stretches already. And he's fit. No strained wings for this brown boy.

Skeseth whips his eyes toward Mneoth before turning with a raised head toward Sua, flipping his wings slightly, as he responds to his lifemate. Several stretches accompany his awaiting the orders from R'sli. Yes. He will behave. For now.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Ayamizureth simmers, impatient words rippling out in swirls of silver. << Can we go yet? >>

<Local> Mneoth senses that Uzasnyth's reply is a purr, slow and indulgent, tropical green vibrating in contained excitement. << Let's go, let's go.. >>

Sua splits her face into a toothly grin, bobbing her head back towards R'sli. "Yes, he's ready to fly and everything's alright with 'im." Except for his head, but they'll have to solve that problem sometime in the future.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Issryuith is excited, and confident in a blinding flash of lemons and cerlueans, high-saturized colors rippling in high, squeeing sounds, << I'm ready. I am always ready. >>

Loe has disconnected.
Loe slinks into slumber suddenly, a blissful smile spreading on her face and she snuggles up and lovingly gropes the nearest pillow. :disconnected.:

<Local> Mneoth senses that Skeseth scrapes into nearby minds with the soft hissing of dull baritone, a snicker of amusement hinting in the background. <<Tiiime for us to rush to the sky like heeerdbeeasts running from powerful draconic talons. We will shoow our power in the air, clutchsiblings.>>

R'sli nods, and begins his own inspection, speaking softly to the occasional weyrling, pointing out twisted buckles and other things that would not go unnoticed during flight. Nodding as he nears his own dragon again, he pulls his helmet off of his straps, and begins strapping it on. "Now, we'll be using the inverted V formation," he says, and looks around. "Zaqith and I will be acting as wingleader, then I'll want Nezdarvyth and Uzasynth next, then Skeseth and Mneoth, Cerdith and Qelketh, and Issryuith and Ayamizureth at the tail ends." He makes the diagram in the air. "And, when we're airborne, I will take the highest position, and the rest will stagger your heights behind me."

Mneoth whuffles again, neck craning around to view his rider for a moment, nudging her softly in the shoulder.
Mneoth thinks to you, << This is good. I have been hoping we would do this in the air soon. I am more than big enough, do you not think so? >>

K'nex heads out from the Weyrling Barracks. Shirasuth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

X'ner blinks a little for a moment, then nods and finishes strapping Nez up and getting his own riding gear on. "You got that, Nez?" The dragon snorts, tilting his head up slightly. "..Because you can't." He rolls his eyes. "Nez. No you cannot. Nez. This is formation flying. We fly in formation. Not in loopyloops!" The dragon almost whines...but...there are others present. No. Must not show his disappointment.

Khena nods slowly, glancing from R'sli to Sua, whom she'd be flying next to. "Can we mount up now?" she asks, giving Mneoth a somewhat icy stare, blaming her lifemate for infecting her with his own impatience. "Could you calm down a little," she mutters, slapping the brown's side with a soft fist.

Hiza gives Issryuith's straps another once over, the Jolly Green Dragon hunched as low as she can to make this easier on Hiza. "Yep, s'perfect, Iss." Another pat to the green hide and the weyrling pair watches R'sli intently. "Oh, got that Iss? We're tail end. Yes that means you'll have-" the rest of the comment is silent, rider giggling as she's nudged playfully by green's head. A deep, please-stop-the-giggles sigh, and Hiza beams at R'sli, waiting for further instruction. For instance, mount and get into place.

Reiko is silent for a moment, processing this information. Cerdith seems to get it first, stepping onto position behind Skeseth and a bit to one side. Blinking once, slowly, Reiko follows without a word, one hand on the riding straps, waiting for the word to mount up.

Pae pauses, mentally reviewing her wing formations, and then nodding in understanding. "Gotcha'," she mumbles, snuggling her hands into her gloves and slipping her helmet on. "Yes, we're at the front, Uzi," is purred, as the pair prowls to the front of the formation.

Sua nods slowly, attempting to try and imagine the formation herself as she gazes towards the sky. She finally turns towards Khena, smile forming slowly as she bobs her head in agreement with the same question, one hand already tightening her grip on Skeseth's straps. "You're ready, 'Seth. I'm ready. We'll be great." She has to reassure herself, right?

Mneoth senses that Khena chuckles as she slaps you, her head shaking from side to side. >>It's why we're taking this class, Mneoth dear. We're to fly formation..<<

Cris forms the supposed formation with her own hands, gesturing this towards Qelketh to make sure he knows what to do. An affectionate pat is provided to her lifemate before she shuffles closer to Qelketh's side. "Of course. I'm ready, Qelketh's ready, everybody's good." is pronounced with a beam as she gets ready to mount up.

K'nex tumbles out of the barracks, hurridly pulling clothes on and riding gear as Shirasuth prances out behind him, nudging him with his nose and making it all the more difficult to get dressed. "I'm..here!" Pant. "Stop it, Shira! I'm awake and out...Ugh." Tumble, splat, wince. "I'm here..." Pause. "Now what/"

R'sli watches as the weyrlings find their positions, and wrinkles his brow as K'nex and Shirasuth appear. "K'nex, you fall in behind Uzasynth there, and make sure you check your straps." That makes one leg of the wing a little longer, but it's nothing that can't be worked around. "Now, before we go," and that is aimed at dragons, not riders, as Zaqith relays their impatience. "Does everyone know the hand signals for when we're in the air?"

Qelketh is gestured at and patted. Wings wave again, legs bouncing his body up a bit. Yay. He's ready, and.. everyone's good. Right. Wingflutter, bounce, whuffle at Cris.

Skeseth lightly warbles his excitement. Have to look stiff still, right? Ayup. He fidgets slightly and returns to his surveyal of nearby dragons. Ooh... Uzasnyth. Poor dragon with the short tail will have trouble with the women dragons when he ages. And that one weyrling with the blue would be tasty on bread. Eep. Must... pay... attention. Glare returns to R'sli, awaiting information.

Mneoth lowers himself to the ground a little as he prepares to aid Khena in mounting, though he seems to be concentrating just a bit more on the older green dragon for the moment. The sooner they learn the preliminaries, the sooner they can move on to the good stuff.

Cris brushes Qelketh's nose away and only catches part of the whuffle as she squints and cocks her head, attempting to listen to the weyrlingmaster's instructions. Among the noise, only few words are heard. "Signals... air." is repeated in confustion. Then, the all knowing Qelketh is peeked at. "You tell him the answer, Qel." is muttered under her breath.

K'nex picks himself off the ground, carfeully burshing himself off and setting the hastily thrown clothes on his body. Hmph. Talk about rude awakenings. He waves his brown over behind Uzasynth, muttering to himself, and begins to check Shira's straps, ajusting for his increased size. "Hmm?" Kez glances at Ris..."Sure we do...But how about a refesher?"

Sua gives Skeseth a good poke, glaring up at him quickly. "Oh, 'Seth, pay attention. I know you aren't... You have that /look/." Snort. "Now listen up, 'cause at least one of us have to know what to do, an' 'm not the one with the wings." So she won't be able to play dragon in the skies, unfortunately.

Qelketh is all knowing.. Except for this question. A puzzled look goes back to Cris. Handsignals are when... someone uses their hand. To signal. Thus, handsignals. And the All-Knowing Qelketh just bounces again. Cris can find out the answer for him. Whuffle.

X'ner erps slightly, glancing from his lifemate to the Weyrlingmaster, and back again. "..Nez..? Do you know them?" The dragon..once again snorts. Of course he knows! Ha! He's smart, he's the best he's..wait a second..what the heck is a hand signal? Ner slaps his forehead. "Ugh.."

Pae is latched onto Uzasnyth's side, awaiting instructions. "Signals? ...yeah. I know about handsignals. You use your hand to signal stuff!" After a moment, she echoes K'nex, "Yeah. A refresher'd be.. nice, um, yeah..."

Hiza probably should, but, being Hi, she does not. "Erm.. not really, R'sli." Smile stretches sheepishly at the Weyrlingmaster. See, she doesn't bother with pretending to know, 'cause Hiza's not clever enough to think of that. Which is why it's good K'nex is. Or something like that. "But they're really important to know, so.. erm.. I need to."

Khena looks sideways at the impatient Mneoth, once again, eyes narrowing as she communicates a 'friendly' order to the brown, her hand hovering for a moment over the side of his neck.
Mneoth senses that Khena is getting slightly annoyed with you, her mind sternly thinking to you; >>We'll /wait/ till R'sli gives us the go-ahead.<<

Mneoth turns an oh so innocent look on Khena and snorts, those muscles 'round darkend jaw twitching just a tad bit as if to grin. If that were possible of course. But he'll stay patient now. Not much else to do.

R'sli nods at K'nex, and winks. "There are three signals that we use in the air," he notes. "Most everything else is relayed via dragons." He raises a fist in the air, and pumps it three times, then blushes. "Actually, that signal isn't used in the air, come to think of it, but this," again with the pumping, "is the signal for the wing to take off." He grins. "The only person to use the hand-signals should be the wingleader, or his second. This," and he raises the same arm, and opens and closes his fist, "when you learn to *between*, is the signal to get the envision from the lead dragon. The last, is this one." The Weyrlingmaster raises both arms, and crosses them over his head. "This is the all-clear, and the wing returns home. The wingleader only uses this signal when the Weyrleader has declared the Fall over." He grins. "But that's pretty easy to tell, because that's when the Thread stops."

X'ner tilts his head to the side, watching the signals, and elbows Nezdarvyth to make sure he's also paying attention. "No I can't remember /everything/ for you." A rumbling sigh passes through bronzen form, and he watches the signals boredly. Oh! The tip of his tail pokes into his mouth. Ideas forming.. Mwaha..

Reiko watches closely as the hand signals are demonstrated. A rather humorless chuckle escapes her at the explanation. Of course the Fall is over when Thread stops. For now, though, she's pleased to /not/ be the person to make that determination. Still waiting for the word to mount up, she checks her riding belt again, more to keep her emotions in check than anything else.

Pae mimics each signal, in order to implant them on her memory. "Oh. I see!" She assures the weyrlingmaster, leaning against Uzasnyth. "Can we mount up now?" She wants to fly. And so does Uzasnyth, who is scratching at the ground in anticipation.

K'nex bets he could do many handsignals...but that doesn't mean he knows what they're for. Nope. Shira, despite his -ahem- everlasting knowledge doesn't seem to know either...Which means he must find out. And so the big brown leeaans over towards R'sli, eyes whirling. Well? "Oh, yeah, I..remember...now." Kex says, watching R'sli not quite as attentivly as his dragon. Right, take off, get envision, all clear...Uh-huh. The brownling nods his head, practising those signals absently. The information learned, Shirasuth leans back again and looks around.

Khena eyes turn from carefully watching and keeping a rein on Mneoth, to observe the weyrlingmaster demonstrate the handsignals for them. Grinning as others start to complain about still being on the ground, she glances back at her lifemate whispering to him, "well, I guess you're not the only one..."

Cris beams at R'sli, and Qelketh gets an excited squeeze before attention flitters on back to the weyrlingmaster giving out instructions. "Ooh, handsignals! I'll remember. I'm so excited!" Cris mimics her lifemate's hopping from foot to foot in excitement. "Yes, let's mount up!" is echoed, grin provided to Pae.

Hiza nods, fingers twiddling at her sides while she takes in Ye Hand Singals of Great Importance. "Soooooo... I should be able to remember those, yes, Iss." This is said quietly. Dragon sways, tail whooshing back and forth in the air. "Shh, Iss, a moment longer. This is important. Yes." Shifting slows, even though Hiza herself is still twiddling her fingers. And toeing the ground, leaving little circles. And babblign absently.

Sua tilts her head as amber eyes focus upon the given signals. "See that, 'Seth? We both have to look for that, but since you have a better sight than me..." Brown snorts lightly, lifting his head quietly as he glares around. Are they just going to sit there all day and stare at the person's arms moving up and down? Skeseth isn't too please to wait, but he has promised that he would behave more often to his lifemate. So he waits.

Mneoth didn't know he was wearing reins actually, though these straps are stylish enough. Not to mention resourceful. And efficient. Good things. A quick, encouraging whuffle is given his clutchmates, though the brown is not being impatient. Just... energetic.

R'sli laughs, and holds up his hands. "All right, all right," he says jovially. "Everyone mount up, then." That said, the Weyrlingmaster hoists himself up by the handholds, and slips into the saddle, buckling himself in.
R'sli climbs up a preferred forelimb to settle between two of Zaqith's neckridges.

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

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

Sua takes little time to swing up and nestle in a shadow between Skeseth's neckridges.

With Mneoth lending a weary forearm, you have no trouble getting to a stable seat between his neckridges.

Qelketh is excitedly squeezed. Because he can't squeeze back, he just.. excitedly whuffles at the back of Cris' head, glancing around ith another dartish bounce at all the clutchsibs. Oo.

K'nex scales Shirasuth's neck, using an extened limb as a step up, and settles amid sienna neckridges.

With the assistance of one midnight foreleg, Pae scrambles up Uzasnyth's neck to squeeze betwixt a pair of spot-spangled 'ridges.

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

Cris clambers up helpful foreleg to settle 'tween lapis lazuli neckridges.

Loe heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Loe scales silvern-buckled straps, hauling herself between quagmire ridges.

Kearneth wanders in from the Northern Bowl, keeping an eye out for Weyrlings on Patrol.

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza quivers with excitement, patting the green neck of her lifemate and making sure she's buckled in properally. A prepartory sigh and then she smiles widely. Below her, Issryuith shifts, straightening and making sure she's in the right spot. A grin to ... the backs of her fellow weyrlings, and green rider waits.

From Uzasnyth's neck, Pae is fretfully checking her straps, assuring herself that everything is buckled correctly and she isn't at risk of falling. Uzasnyth is patiently waiting, unruffled now, slowly flexing his wings in preparation.

Ayamizureth gets to stare at more behinds. O glee, o joy, o rapture -- green trundles after Issryuith, settling herself in the right spot as Loe buckles herself in. Whee -- so fun.

Nezdarvyth straightens himself out, yawning as his wings stretch out. He actually does take the time to look around him, making sure he's in the proper place he should be...and everyone else is in their proper places. No touchy! Satisfied, he warbles, X'ner patting his neck a little, all strapped in.

Nestled on the dusty warmth of Shirasuth's neck, K'nex pulls himself up on his brown, and settles himself, trying to get comfortable. He snickers, patting one of Shira's ridges and whispers, "Patience..." while the brownling just leans back.

Mneoth moves a little more into formation now that Khena is settled on his back. Uzasnyth is warbled at in a deep, creening sort of way as wings are tested one last time. They'll need to know how to really maneuver this time. And without dumping lifemates.

Settled peacefully in a shadow on Skeseth's neck, Sua buckles herself into the straps, making sure that they are well on by giving them a few quick tugs. All is well, and hopefully Skeseth won't try and drop her... But he isn't like that, really. The brown eyes the other werylings carefully, awaiting for the moment to take off.

From Kearneth's neck, :runs into the training grounds with Kearneth hot on her heels.. actually trying to not step on her heels as he promptly stumbles the first step he takes. "No, Kearne, I didn't see what it was. Maybe it was me...." A whuffle from Kearneth as he butts his head against her, sliding to a decidedly more graceful stop as Rianne whirls around to vault to his neck with a quick harper jump, sending a laughing smile to everyone around her. "Better late than never, right? Oh, stop it Kearneth.... you're just as bad..."

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli looks over his shoulder and nods to the mounted weyrlings. "Helmets!" he barks to those who aren't wearing theirs. "And check your saddle-buckles. Anyone who cracks their head open will answer to me after the healers get done with you." That said, he waits while the necessary adjustments are made, and raises his fist. "Everyone ready?" he asks, eyes dancing behind his flight goggles. "Or do you need a few more minutes?"

Khena fastens ridingstraps to her belt, then pulls out gloves and goggles, having learned her lesson from their very first flight together. Grinning, she pulls gloves on, then settles goggles over her eyes as R'sli seems about to give the signal to take off. "Ready, Mneoth?"

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner runs his fingers quickly through his hair before slapping his helmet on, rechecking all buckles really quick before throwing a thumbs-up towards R'sli. Nezdarvyth echos the sentiment with an eager bugle, wings stretching again. "Ready and waiting!"

You sense Mneoth is finally settling down now, almost as still as a stone as things finally get on their way. << I am ready, Khena >>

Perched squarely 'tween quagmire-tinted neckridges, Loe tugs her helmet ovr her head, carefully settling her goggles over her eyes and peering owlishly over at R'sli. "Right, right." Loe would prefer not to crack her head open. "Um .. I'm set." She hopes.

Cerdith settles himself into formation, careful not to stand too close or too far away. One whirling eye is fixed on R'sli and Zaqith. Reiko doesn't bother arguing or thinking too much about things, tugging the none-too-comfortable helmet on and rechecking the clasp on her riding belt. She certainly has no intention of cracking her head open. "Ready," she says tersely, taking hold of the straps.

From Kearneth's neck, "Ready as ever, sir!" Rianne calls cheerfully as she reaches down to pull gently on either strap, sending Kearneth balancing to either side to catch her with a bit of a paranoid dance. "No, Kearneth. We're not going to dance just now, darling.... at least, not on the ground..." And with that, she looks up at R'sli with dancing eyes, tossing her long hair over her shoulders in loose bounds as she waits with her energy obvious through her movements.

Nestled on the dusty warmth of Shirasuth's neck, K'nex squeaks, fumbling with his helmet as he straps it on with shakey hands, "Y-yes..On.." He stuttres, checking his saddle buckles again only semi-carefully. Shirasuth twitches under him, begining to get impatient. "Ready? Ok, We're ready!" Kez calls.

Qelketh heads into the Weyrling Barracks.

From Uzasnyth's neck, Pae finishes her examination, murmuring quietly to Uzasnyth before calling at R'sli, "Ready o'er here! C'moooon!" Her lifemate shifts beneath her, waiting, short tail flickering behind him.

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza tucks hair behind her ears and slips her gear on. Googles are adjusted several times before helmet is tugged on, and finally gloves. Feeling more then a bit foolish but resigning herself to getting used to it, Hiza calls out, "We're ready." A snort from her green and mental confirmation to the other dragons. They're ready. But waiting.

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli nods. "Okay, then. Everyone hang on!" Then, slowly, he pumps his fist three times.

Zaqith coils and then bursts upwards into flight.

Mneoth may have been just a bit too excited as he almost overshoots his place in formation. But just by a little bit. The large brown emits a warmly pleased croon to the other dragons, wings billowing rapidly as if delighting in the feel of the wind.

Well, this is nothing new for the weyrlings, is it? They've all been /this/ far at least.

Nezdarvyth warbles as he heads into the air, careful to keep into the formation assigned to him. Wings shift, though he has a slightly difficult time paying too much attention at first. Looky! He's in the air! Bweeee. He wants to loopyloop! "Nez, you break formation and I'll use flower-scented scrubbies on you!" Eeeeeeeeeeeek! The horror!!! Nezdarvyth...behaves.

From Uzasnyth's neck, "Woo!" Pae /whoops/, clinging to the straps yet beaming in utter delight. Uzasnyth adjusts himself to being airborn, settling complacently into place and awaiting orders from the weyrlingmaster, albeit he does rumble happily -- just once.

Ayamizureth keeps up with everyone. Ayamizureth attempts to keep in formation -- can't she just shove past Kearneth? -- whilst Loe simply staaares down at the ground. "Uh." Loe's paying attention. Really she is. "..yay."

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza laughs as Issryuith creels happily. Will the novelty of flight ever wear off? Hopefully no, as the green hovers in place, her rider keeps eyes trained on R'sli, though giving an encouraging pat to Issryuith, "Yes, still wonderful, sweets. I love flying with you." This is carried off, and just as well, meant only for her lifemate.

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli watches as the weyrlings settle into their relative positions and altitudes. "Right," he barks, his voice amplified in the weyrling dragons' minds by Zaqith. "We'll be going over the rim, then back, over the Central Bowl, then back to the grounds. Keep tight, and be aware of where your neighbors are."

Shirasuth flaps up gracefully and without dificulty to his place in the formation, just where he was on the ground. The brown swings his head to glance at Mneoth, emitting a warble back. "Eeeeyaahhh!" Kez may have flown before, but it's still kinda new to him...and definatly exhilirating. "Good job, Suthy." He croons, patting the ruddy hide fondly.

Kearneth jumps upwards from the ground with a powerful move, obviously practiced whenever the chance was given, gliding gracefully into flight with only /one/ stumble of his hind feet. Impressive. And oh, doesn't he know it with every movement as he glides with a grace and little embellishments of his own. "And /on/ you go, darling..." Rianne calls as she keeps a loose handle on the straps and loks around her to throw a playful salute to the rider at his instructions. "Oh, yes sir!"

Cerdith vaults into the air strongly, shimmering wings unfurling to bring him into formation with the others with strong downstrokes. Once there, he hovers in position, waiting for instructions. Reiko relaxes her deathgrip on the straps once they're actually airborne, having already learned to trust her lifemate... and the straps she worked so hard on. Emerald gaze turns to R'sli and Zaqith now, watching for signals. Oh! Verbal instructions. Cerdith relays them faithfully, and off they go, careful to stay in formation.

Skeseth seems to be getting used to leaping up from the ground easily, though he still has that extra weight of his lifemate which seems to give him a few more troubles. He can't do anything wrong, or something might just happen... No flips. Ah well. Following his lifemate's instructions, those said by the Weyrlingmaster, he attempts to squeeze into place with a few glares tossed towards the Weyrlings around. This is /his/ space in the wing, at least. Sua gives a bob of her head, grinning towards R'sli.

"Slow down, Mneoth," Khena shouts, doubting though, that her words reach her lifemate, so she repeats the comment in her head, as she turns her head from the weyrlingmaster's dragon to her side, noting if Mneoth is keeping his speed to a slower pace.

Mneoth quickly veers into a lazy arc as R'sli and Zaqith lead them in flight, body now loose and fluid, and wings graceful, now that all his extra energy was taken care of on the ground. He'll just stay behind and below Uzasnyth and all will be good.

Perched squarely 'tween quagmire-tinted neckridges, Loe directs an exaggerated nod towards R'sli, Ayamizureth gliding after the others -- and being careful not to get out of formation. But only because Loe told her to. Arr.

Nestled on the dusty warmth of Shirasuth's neck, K'nex glances over at Ris, nodding smarlty to the wyrling master. "Right, ok, uh-huh...Tight. You got that, Shira?" A snort says the brown understands, and Kez pats the warm neck again. "Ok..." Shirasuth huffs at Skeseth - he's staying right here in his place, see? - and glides expertly as the brown follows Ris and Zaq, careful for any drafts.

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli nods, and nudges Zaqith. The dainty green complies with the unspoken command, and mica-flecked wings spread, catching the thermals, and sailing toward the north. A small trumpet of command comes from the lead green, and she leads her hardy band into the unkown.

Zaqith battles the thermals that brood and whirl about the Northern bowl.

Issryuith dips slightly and then comes back into formation, and gets a "Iss! Don't do that while we're supposed to be formation!" from her rider. A moment later, "Yes, I know you went back, and that you want to swim in the air, but... some other time. I promise." Issryuith sends a thought of confirmation to Zaqith to relay, and follows after the others.

Nezdarvyth easily stays where he should be in the wing, very much willing to comply now that he's been threatened with being made to smell..flowery. Ugh...

Uzasnyth trails behind Zaqith, concentrating on balance and remaining in his proper position. Pae sideglances at X'ner and Nezdarvyth, using them to help stay keep her lifemate in proper formation. "Be careful, Uzi!" She calls, still gripping the straps vehemently.

Zaqith glides south, out towards the central bowl and further.

Zaqith circles leisurely towards the lake.

Zaqith spirals higher and higher, matching Spindles' peaks far distant.

Zaqith gains enough height to make it over the weyr wall, disappearing from sight.

Zaqith drops down through the heavy winds to land in Alpine Meadows.

<< You sense that Mneoth falls asleep. >>

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza thumps Issryuith's neck and mentally compliments her for being graceful. And she is, tealy green hide moving smoothly through the air and coming to a nice stop in the meadows, in her place, of course. Rider lets out a short, quiet cheer, beaming, fash flushed. And she didn't even do any work. Issryuith croons, tail curling. She's very happy with how she did, and the praise she's getting as well.

Nezdarvyth settles down where he landed, wings folding in a bit. Ner, on the other hand, grins broatly, one hand stroking the dragon's neck. Nah, no thumping. Nez is sensative you know. ^_^ "That was great, Nez! Oh, no, of course I didn't mean that I'd really do that. You know I wouldn't. You did wonderfully."

From Uzasnyth's neck, Pae leans over, hugging Uzasnyth's neck and squealing delightfully. "Uzi! Uzi! You are /perfect!/ All that practice paid off, 'cause you did wonderful!" The brown soaks up the praise happily, purring and thumping his tail against the ground to express his satisfaction. "Wonder-fuuuul.."

Khena, however is not alltogether pleased with Mneoth's perfomance in the wing, the dragon having had too much speed in his flight to begin with. Something to work on, wasn't it. But then, that's why they were still weyrlings, right? "Don't you be too happy with yourself," she says, thumping the brown's neck as she pulls of her goggles, displaying red cheeks where neither they, nor her highcollared jacket had protected her skin.

Cerdith holds his position behind Mneoth, a bit below and to the outside. This isn't too hard... oops, maybe it is. Buffeted a bit by the heavy winds, the blue loops to the outside, banking sharply before returning to his position. At last they're over the meadows, and he drops onto the ground looking a little sheepish but none the worse for wear. Reiko's expression remains more or less impassive. Everyone makes mistakes once in a while, and unless anyone feels like making something of it, she'll just let it go.

Settled peacefully in a shadow on Skeseth's neck, Sua beams brightly, glancing towards the other clutchmates as she pats the hide beneathe her. "Doin' well, 'Seth. Look at this, isn't it nice?" It doesn't matter if he might have tried to get out of formation or threatened to bite a few of his clutchmates, it does matter that she is still alive and safe with her lifemate. Yeah... That's it. Skeseth seems to have had all the praising from his brownling mentally, and lifts his head proudly before giving off a soft warble.

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli turns in his saddle, and nods at the weyrlings. "Very good. Some of you might want to watch your dragon's speed, as going to fast can result in no time to compensate for things that can go wrong." He stretches a bit, and grins. "We'll be heading back in a few minutes. I don't want to tire your dragons out too rapidly."

Shirasuth drops down out the the skies, large tawny wings gliding him to the ground. The ruddy brown touches his talontips to the ground, slowly letting down the rest of his bulk from the air, so as not ot jar his rider. Crooning, and looing proud of himself, Shira half-furls his wings and glances back at his Rider, who's jsut beaming with joy. "Wonderful, Shira! I knew you could do it. You didn't even get over-excited..." Kez rubs his dragons neck, nodding at Ris, "Ok then.." Suth says he isn't tired, but Kex'll jsut listen to R'sli.

Nezdarvyth gets a rest time? Whee! Does he have time for a nap? Ooo..or exploring? He's never been here before. Maybe there's some interesting collectables. X'ner shakes his head and chuckles. "We'll come back eventually, Nez. We're only here a couple of minutes."

Ayamizureth settles down on the ground with a faint thump -- and look! She's still in the right spot. "Aya! You did good!" Swoon goes Loe, beaming brightly before peering over at R'sli. "Ew. Um. Okay." Riight.

Kearneth glides along in his place in the formation with a quiet grace, held back from his earlier tendancy to want to zoom through the air and the winds by Rianne. At R'sli's comments, Rianne looks down to him with a 'so there' expression her face as he cranes his neck around to look at her. "Yes, darling, I know you never would have actually done it.... Oh, don't start with me!" Rianne begins to laugh and leans forward to hug her dragon's neck... just as he drops to the ground, throwing her nearly halfway off the side. "Oh!" Is uttered before Kearneth skips sideways to catch her as if nothing happened at all.

Mneoth rumbles as he turns his head to look at his lifemate with displeased eyes, then turning back to look and listen to the weyrlingmaster. Meanwhile his rider leans back in her seat between neckridges, her expression none too pleased either. "Told you," she mutters, nodding an affermative to R'sli.

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza pries goggles away from her face for a moment, rubbing an eye while nodding at R'sli. "Alright, rest a little bit. No, you can't fit in those pools. No. Noooooooooooooo. Yes, I promise when we're allowed to we'll find lots of warm water you can swim in while it's still winter. Promise." Satisfied, Issryuith settles down only slightly, tucking in her wings. She was told to rest, and so she will. "Don't fall asleep!!"

Uzasnyth is quite happy to rest for a few moments, relaxing nicely on the ground whilst Pae chatters relentlessly. "That was fun, wasn't it, Uzi? Everyone did perfect! -- yes, well, you did the /most/ perfect, of course! Tee-hee! Are you tired? Don't wear yourself out, now, dearest.."

From Kearneth's neck, In quite another fashion, Rianne has hopped down from Kearneth's neck to land nimbly on her feet. "Oh, stop posing.. there's no painters around to capture your glory, darling..." And so ensues a quick discussion among the blue and his rider, rapid fire from the looks of it as Rianne gives Kearneth a playful shove and pretty soon she's laughing, he's whuffling.. and generally having a grand time.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Issryuith has the smell of a beach to her mindvoice, gently, warmly lapping at the others. << My Hiza says I did well. >>

Cerdith rustles his wings experimentally, then folds them against his back, waiting and resting. Reiko just waits, mentally checking with her lifemate for any sign of strain. Finding none, she waits some more. And waits.

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli shivers, and looks over the weyrlings. "All right," he says. "This weather is making my leg ache. Let's head home." That said, he raises his fist and looks back to check. "Everyone ready?"

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner pokes Nez a little, who was trying to doze off. "Hey! Wake up. We're going home. Yes you can sleep on your couch." The dragon warbles, and the weyrling looks back at R'sli again. "We're ready!"

Perched squarely 'tween quagmire-tinted neckridges, Loe finishes fiddling with Aya's straps, buckling herself back in and blinking towards R'sli. "Um. We are, I guess." Whee.

Nestled on the dusty warmth of Shirasuth's neck, K'nex nods at R'sli, as Shirasuth twitches and shuffles a bit beneath him, unfurlign his wings again in anticipation. "Um, I think we're readying," Kez remarks. At least Shira is.

Khena check with her lifemate, placing goggles over eyes at the same time. A deep rumble from Mneoth announces that he's ready.. And waiting, only a note of displeasure reveils that he's been given strict orders to keep his place and watch his speed.

Skeseth watches his lifemate, having to crane his neck back to get good sight, who seems to be fiddling around with her straps. "Belt's too tight. You sure this strap isn't bothering you? Nothing's hurting?" A nice set of questions for the brown who only rumbles, and settles down to the ground. "Ready, here!" Sua calls to R'sli, grinning once again and awaiting the command to go.

From Uzasnyth's neck, Pae prepares for take-off, again, readjusting her helmet and grasping the straps, yelling, "Ready over here!" Both she and Uzasnyth watch the the weyrlingmaster intently, awaiting the signal to fly.

Somewhere between gold-kissed ridges, Hiza didn't even dismount, and so as her lifemate gently comes to her feet again, Hiza nods, shifting goggles back into place and shouting, "Yes sir! Ready to fly again!!" Indeed, Issryuith unfurls her wings, whuffling.

From Zaqith's neck, R'sli nods, and pumps his fist in the air. "Right. Off we go, then."