Mneoth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Rianne heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Kearneth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Skeseth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Sua is led in by Skeseth.

Cris heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.
Qelketh heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

<< You sense that Mneoth has awakened. >>

<Local> Mneoth senses that Branwyth sends cool lakemist spirals weaving through her words <<We have come to teach you how to do formations....please make sure that your straps are on securely. My Sasha can help if you get into difficulties.>>

You fasten the riding straps to Mneoth's neck.

Reiko blinks once as Cerdith relays instructions to her, then disappears inside the barracks. A few moments later she returns with a mass of blue leather which, when properly fastened, somehow manages to take the appearance of riding straps. She doublechecks the fit across the aqua neckridges, then glances over at Sasha. "Does this look all right?"

Khena tugs a couple of times at Mneoth's black straps, making sure the buckles are tight and holding. "Fell alright to you, Mneo?" she mutters, turning to look the brown in the eye, one hand still holding on to a highly polished buckle.

Sasha slides down from Branwyth's forearm and smiles as she sees that most of the weyrlings have assembled. Leaning over to look at Cerdith's straps she reaches out to tug on them and checks the buckles. "That looks alright! Well done! "

Sua drags herself out from the barracks, blinking back against the sudden rush of light outside. Skeseth doesn't want to come out just yet, hanging back in the shadows with a quiet hiss. "C'mon, 'Seth. It's a class, we have to attend y'know," murmurs the brownling as she attempts to turn back towards her lifemate in order to make sure his straps are fitted right. "Out, now." And it shouldn't be told twice, because the skeletal dragon is soon slithering out into the open with rider right beside him.

Rianne wanders in from the barracks with Kearneth clearing the way in front of her as he marches out in an overly exaggerated fashion.. looking elegant, masculine.. and then he stumbles. Laughing, Rianne walks out from behind him with a smile. "Darling, it was your foot that tripped you, not some evil force.." Said as Kearneth appears to be looking around for some foe to blame this on.... before he lowers his head to whuffle indignantly at Rianne's waist as she walks towards the others. "Straps on?" Rianne questions and then promptly begins to do so.

Mneoth pauses briefly beside his rider, stretching wings and forearms slowly as he tries the fit of his riding straps. Large whirling eyes regard his lifemate for a moment before turning to study the other dragons, small and large. Mneoth thinks to you, << These feel just right, Khena. Will we be using them finally? >>

G'deon leans against Nylanth slightly, one hand raised to scratch the chin of the little firelizard at his shoulder. Bronze rider, dragon and 'lizard watch the Weyrlings with quite a bit of interest, a small smile on the weyrleader's face.

Sasha gazes around the assembled dragons, and looks to see if everyone has finished doublechecking their straps. "Alright! Today we are going to go over formations. I hope you have been studying the diagrams and reading up on the theory of this subject....getting it right on the ground is tricky in itself but when you are in flight youneed to have a very clear head. So if you are all set then we can mount."

Khena chuckles hand letting go of the buckle, as she nods to her lifemate, then looks to G'deon and Sasha. The teachers of today's class right? "Did we have to change into flying leathers too?" she asks, looking down at her uniform shirt and pants, then up at Sasha again, her eyes portraying an emotion somewhere between exhilation and worry.
Mneoth senses that Khena is positive and expectant as she nods >>Aye, we'll be using them today... Are you ready for me sitting on you?<< A note of worry creeps into her voice as she asks.

You sense Mneoth is certainly not worried. If anything he sounds pleased, even excited. << I am quite ready, Khena. We have simply been waiting for permission. >>

Clambering up Branwyth's misty green flank, Sasha settles as comfortably as possible between her sharply spiked, mistletoe hued neckridges.

Cris sweeps out of the barracks into the training field, followed by gallantly parading Qelketh with supple leather straps clamped tightly in his jaws. After prying the leather from maw, Cris frowns before stretching up to tuck them up over blue's neck, buckling them securley about him. Stepping back to admire her work, pride is kept to herself to attention is captured by Sasha. Tilt of head is povided, along with a rumble from blue behind her. At the mention of flying leathers, attention flutters on over to Khena. Clutchsib recieves a goggle. "Flying leathers?"

G'deon smiles softly as he shakes his head to Khena's questions. "Riding leathers are to protect you in the air. There's really no need to wear them right now. Maybe when it's colder outside..." He turns to glance at Sasha, one sun-touched brow arching a bit. "Want any help today, Sasha?" he calls up with a bit of a grin. "Don't know how much help I can be, but... it'd be worth it."

"Well. I am glad I chose not to wear that dress I got back yesterday," Rianne remarks as she settles the leathers securely on Kearneth's politely lowered neck, indicating her uniformly black and blue outfit, with her comfortably fitting high boots to match. "Kearneth, darling.. if you wouldn't mind... Thank you," Rianne says as his head is lowered even more, his tail pushing her almost eagerly.. but politely towards his neck as he does so, making Rianne laugh impishly as she vaults on with a Harper's agility to the place there.

Reiko just... tries to pay attention. The questions go by her like so much noise, she's only listening for the answers. Mount. Okay. She passes a silent thought to Cerdith, who lifts a forelimb to assist her.

Rianne is able to make their way up Kearneth's neck with his gracious help and to settle in in relative comfort

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

Sua blinks quietly, pausing in her step even if the brown of hers continues to find the first shadow that he may be able to watch from. "'Seth, over 'ere. You hear 'er?" Now stop silly dragon, right? Well Skeseth seems to give a grunt back to his lifemate before gazing back towards the greenrider. They both heard her.. "Mount up, already? Well... Good that I finished your straps the other day, right?" She keeps to the side of her lifemate now, giving the leathers a few tugs before she tries to mount up by pulling up on the straps. "A little help?" But the brown doesn't pay much attention, simply giving his tail a quiet flick.
Sua takes little time to swing up and nestle in a shadow between Skeseth's neckridges.

"Well, good," Khena mutters, giving a nod to the weyrleader, then taking a good firm hold on a strap. "Ready, Mneo... This is it. Take care now," she continues, keeping up a running commentary as she climbs to Mneoth's neck. With Mneoth lending a weary forearm, you have no trouble getting to a stable seat between his neckridges.

Mneoth thinks to you, << Are you comfortable? >>

Cris nods an affirmative after she recovers, a poke and prod from blue Qelketh tailtip reviving her into providing a slow shrug before clambering up the helpfully lowered neck to settle into place between ridges. Cris clambers up helpful foreleg to settle 'tween lapis lazuli neckridges.

X'ner heads out from the Weyrling Barracks. Nezdarvyth heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Mneoth senses that Khena shuffles a bit, settling herself deep between neckridges. >>Quite, thank you, dear. And you? I didn't hurt you climbing on, did I?<<

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha smiles at the weyrleader. "Of course Gid...I'd be grateful for your help! " And with that she turns her attention to the waiting weyrlings and their dragons. "make sure you are seated securely...the last thing we want is people falling off while they are trying to concentrate on other things!" Sitting back into Branwyth's mistletoe hued ridges she smiles. " Ok..we will start with a Standard V. Its the main formation you wil need to know. Anyone know what are the advantages of this one?"

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

You sense Mneoth chuckles softly, a spicy scent infiltrating your mind for a brief moment. << Not a bit, Khena. You belong there. >>

G'deon ascends with practiced steps up to Nylanth's bronzen neck and settles in between two neckridges.

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

From Nylanth's bronzen neck, G'deon quickly attaches his riding belt to Nylanth's riding straps. Must set a good example after all.

Khena breaks into a large smile, a hand coming down to grab a klah-colored neckridge, the other stroking the soft neck of Mneoth. "Standard V," she mutters, closing her eyes to recall the layout of said formation.
Mneoth senses that Khena projects the look of the formation to be formed, her thoughts presicely duplicating the look of it from the charts in the barracks. >>This is how the V-formation looks, Mneo.<<

From Skeseth's neck, Sua tries for find a comfortable seat between neckridges, giving the brown a good pat as soon as she settles herself. "This isn't quite like a runner," she grumbles angrily, though with a quick glance over to G'deon she finally attaches her own riding belt to her lifemate's straps. Yes, she know that. That way, she won't fall off and get trampled, right? Skeseth gives a rumble, slumping against the ground where he is and waiting, he isn't about to move until he is told. And the brownling? She'll listen to other's thoughts.

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

Mneoth thinks to you, << Yes. It allows for the most coverage of Thread. >> Someone has been listening. << And we break the wind for the dragons behind us... >>

"Hey! Hey! Stop!" K'nex whines as he's pushed in by a big brown muzzel. "No, really I did..ugh...No I'm /not/ missing class, there is no class? But..." Nudge, nudge. Grumble. You jsut can't get /away/ with skipping anymore. "Eh-heh...Hi?" He's here a little late..Better late than never?

From Kearneth's neck, "V formation?" Rianne echoes, and smiels wryly to Sasha from where she sits, balancing herself rather awkwardly on Kearneth's neck with a bit of a shaky smile before she steadies herself again.. with the help of Kearneth, who moves his feet rather quickly to balance her. "Thank you, darling.." is murmured before she looks over to Sasha again with a waiting smile. "Well. We'll look terribly impressive..." Rianne offers teasingly to the greenrider with a fluttering smile.

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner shifts...and wiggles a little bit between Nez's neckridges, getting used to the new way of 'riding'. After all, the stablehand is more used to runners than dragons. After makning a slight face he fastens his riding belt to the straps, lightly stroking the side of Nez's neck. He blinks a few times, vaguely hearing the

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner shifts...and wiggles a little bit between Nez's neckridges, getting used to the new way of 'riding'. After all, the stablehand is more used to runners than dragons. After makning a slight face he fastens his riding belt to the straps, lightly stroking the side of Nez's neck. He blinks a few times, vaguely hearing the 'V formation' talked about.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha looks a little impatient. "Does nobody have any ideas about the formation Standard V? Have none of you been reading up on this?"

Khena chuckles, leaning forward to give Mneoth a slap on the side of his neck. Better student than herself, he was. "Mneo tells me that using the V-formation allows for most coverage of thread," she says, practically beaming from pride over the knowledge her dragon possesses. Never mind where he learned it, since Necha wasn't one to do too much studying.

From Qelketh's neck, Cris settles down between neckridges, giving an affectionate pat to baby blue neck underneath her before setting hand steadily onto neckridge in front of her, using this clutch to make sure she doesn't tip over as riding belt is carefully attached to the moonlit riding straps. "St-standard V? That's the practical formation." is stuttered, Qelketh perking up the slightest.

From Cerdith's neck, Cerdith would never trample his beloved Reiko, and she knows this perfectly well, but she clips her riding belt to the straps nonetheless. Because it's a good habit to get into. But since she doesn't have anything original to offer to the discussion, she only listens.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha nods approvingly at Khena, even if her dragon seems to have done the work for her. "Its a relatively simple concept...the dragons form a V shape with the point in front, made by the wingleader. Where ever you are, you can always see the wingleader so it is very handy for signalling purposes."

<Local> Mneoth senses that Nylanth shifts slightly as G'deon gets nice and comfortable, then of all things the bronze begins to lecture, his mindvoice taking on a tone almost identical to his rider's as if he were merely passing on the information. << The V formation has a number of advantages >> he begins in that deep, mellow baritone, a soft scent of meadows washing over the words. << The dragons at the front of the formation, the tip, are usually the stronger and healthier in the wing. They break the wind resistance for the smaller dragons behind them. In this way we are also able to cover more ground with less effort. Efficiency is to be prized during long Threadfalls. >> But wait, there's more!

K'nex blinks. V formation? Whow...What class is this? Wait, whats going on? "Uhhh...Standard V?" He looks around, noting he seems to be the only one not mounted. He also hasn't done his reading /and/ has shown up late. Shira shuffling a bit behind his rider, Kez pipes up again, "Wh...what's going on?" Oh dear.

From Nezdarvyth's neck, X'ner looks around all droopy-eyed, before simply flopping over. Snooooore.

<Local> Mneoth senses that Nylanth thinks << This also allows those of us who are bigger and a bit slower to get the largest clumps of thread while those who are smaller and quicker can maneuver to catch what we miss. As Branwyth's rider said, this is also the easiest for your riders to see the wingleader's signals, and easy to remember your place in formation. >>

From Kearneth's neck, "We're figuring that out as we go along, K'nex, dear, I believe," Rianne remarks with a wry smile from where she sits more comfortably on Kearneth's neck, watching the riders quietly.. until Kearneth curls his neck around to look at Rianne for a moment. Her eyes going hazy, she seems to shift them almost automatically to G'deon and Nylanth.. without being aware that she's doing it.... At long last, Kearneth snorts out a long breath, and the trance is realeased. "Well. I guess we've been told," she says wryly.. and then it even /continues/ with a reproving whuffle from Kearneth.. "Yes, darling, I"m listening to you.."

From Nylanth's bronzen neck, G'deon smirks slightly, patting Nylanth's neck before leaning back a bit and glancing over at Sasha. "Of course, even with such an... /efficient/ formation, there are disadvantages..."

Hearing Nylanth's speech, on relay from Mneoth, Khena swallows a lump in her throat, then nods slowly. "So those of us on bigger dragons'll be first to reach thread in a Fall?" Just seeking confirmation that riding brown meant being first in line at Threadfall.

Skeseth listens to the lecture that the bronze gives, waiting until the older dragon seems to be finished until he sends those thoughts over to his rider. Sua blinks, and they blinks again, getting a grip on the neckridge in front of her. "Yes, that does make some sense. How can there be disadvantages, though? Seems like a well 'nough formation," she states simply, glancing back to fellow brownrider Khena with a slow nod in agreement. Can that be the disadvantage, then?

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha grins at the confusion. " The only way to understand it is to do it. Lets choose a wingleader....Khena...since you answered correctly, you can make the apex of the V. X'ner you take the right wing second place and Cris? you can be left hand wingsecond. Everybody else fall in behind them to create the V shape."
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From Kearneth's neck, "Yes ma'am," Rianne gives her a mock salute, sitting back on the straps on the dragon's neck until Kearneth indignantly seems to almost put her upright, causing her to shake with laughter as she appears to exchange a private conversation with her dragon as they go to fall in place behind Cris with a smile for her, belatedly as she passes by atop Kearneth's smoothly moving body.

Right.. Playing the wingleader. "Sure," Khena says nodding, eyes glazing over as she tells Mneoth to take the spot as the point of the V. "There's an inverted V too, right?" Some of those charts portraying formations had stuck in her mind, since she's been looking at them just about every day.

Nestled 'twixt Qelketh's oh-so-blue 'ridges, Cris gulps down a relieved sigh at the mention of her being left hand wingsecond. Quickly checking which hand is left and being reminded by the big dragon lump below her, Cris shrugs off the confusion and lets Qelketh easily plod over into the correct position. "Good boy." is praised, and breath is finally let out, dip of head provided to Rianne with a grin as they fall into place behind Khena.

From Nylanth's bronzen neck, G'deon leans forward a bit, hands resting against his lifemate's neck as he watches Mneoth, Cerdith and Qulketh form the tip of the V. "I know this will seem a little awkward at first," he calls out. "Don't worry though, this training will prove /highly/ useful once you're finally practicing in the air. I'm sure you don't want to see colliding Weyrlings in the air."

From Branwyth's neck, Relaxing between Branwyth's neckridges, Sasha smiles "See? This is the basic type of formation you'll be in... Khena, if you could wave your arms for a moment?" she gives the wingleader a grin. "To show that is is easy for the rest of the wing to see the commands. And then, if you will, raise and lower your arm in the signal for us to fly off. We're going to take a little walk around the training grounds. Spacing is /important/, you know." Branwyth's tail twitches happily as she admires the younger dragons.

Mneoth moves somewhat ineptly out to a clear space before he halts, his darkly brown head peering back at the others.

From Skeseth's neck, Sua dips her head down in a slow nod, before trying to urge her lazy brown to get up. "'Seth, we have to get 'hind 'em now." But Skeseth simply gives a grunt and remains slumped down where he is, watching his other clutchmates get into formation. It's then that he actually feels like getting up, whiping his tail to another brown as he quietly gets into formation. "That's better, see?" And another nod to Sasha. As long as she doesn't get into any trouble if Skeseth bites the tail of the blue in front of him, everything will be well, right?

Shirasuth goes home.
K'nex goes home.

Khena nods, following Sasha's directions though not quite sure what exactly they meant. Arms go up, arms go down. And off we go. Well, since flying wasn't an option yet, the 'wingleader' tells her dragon to move forward, her face still set in a somewhat confused frown as she looks back over her shoulder to see if the others are following.
You think to Mneoth, >> Well, Mneo. Can we go now? Just walk slowly, okay? Let the others keep up.. <<

<Local> Mneoth senses that Nylanth thinks << While you are getting situated, perhaps I can explain why sometimes this formation will not be used. >> He waits just a moment, a tangy scent of evergreen spiking the comment subtely. << The wingleader needs to look over his shoulder to watch the formation, and not at the thread. This may not always be a hindrance, but it becomes tougher to keep track of both obligations. It is also difficult for our riders to give commands to the wing verbally, depending on hand signals and us instead. However, this also is not always a disadvantage, and some wingleaders prefer this method of communication. >>

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha nods as she observes their progress "Good, good. Let's start our little walk, then? We're going to take a short stroll, so you guys can get an idea of how much space to have between your dragons." Sasha points at the area between two of the dragons "That's about how much you need not to flame the one ahead but to have proper coverage. In conditions, you may move closer or farther, depending on orders." Branwyth, alongside begins to move forward, grace and dignity in her elegant step. Sash does point out the disadvantage of the formation too however.... "The bad thing is that Khena isn't able to look at us without diverting attention from Fall, so you need to be sure your wing is /good/, and your dragons have proper communication."

From Kearneth's neck, "No, darling.. you may /not/ go up front right now. Yes, I know you're more than capable, but that wouldnt' be polite to Khena, you see," Rianne explains to her slightly miffed dragon, who nonetheless holds himself with an aristocratic restraint behind Cris and her dragon, as if abhorring the very /thought/ that he would think such things, whuffling as he agrees reluctantly with his rider, and then Rianne turns back to the front and her 'wingleader' with a faint grin on her face as she leans down to whisper to Kearneth and he moves off smoothly behind them, his carriage proud and careful.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha calls out as she follows the slow progress of concentrating weyrlings.." Keep it tight..thats right...watch the shape of the V....thats good! "

Nestled 'twixt Qelketh's oh-so-blue 'ridges, Cris hasn't got to do anything as it seems Qelketh has been listening in on the conversations of the weyrling dragons whose lifemates actually did study. With a pleasant rumble, the blue beneath her shudders before stalking carefully forward after Khena and Mneoth, the wingleaders. Pretty much just sitting down and enjoying the ride, Cris is pleasantly surprised. "What a good boy. Maybe I will let you stay up and listen to the other weyrlings sometimes at night." is whispered slowly as she leans forward to pat neck affectionately as bluelet slinks along. Peering backwards for a moment, Rianne gets a beam.

Khena nods, eyes going forward again, looking out over Mneoth's headknobs. "Yeah.. Having to look back would be a disadvantage," she says, glancing at Sasha as her lifemate moves around the Training Ground. ".. And it could also give you a crick in the neck." Looking back again, making sure everyone is in their proper position and keeping up.

<< You sense that Mneoth falls asleep. >>

From Skeseth's neck, "Skeseth, stay back from the other and keep it spaced out..." Sua reminds her dragon, bouncing along as the brown slithers too close to the blue in front of him, eyes upon the tail. "It makes sense, but can your wing ever be really /good/? There seem to be many people in a wing an' all." It's a thought, and she really isn't concentrating on what the dragons and the weyrlingmasters are telling her. Well, yes she is, but she is concentrating on keeping her lifemate away from getting into any kind of trouble at the moment.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha grins. "Alright ...Hold it everyone.....! That was good. Now we are going to make this into an inverted V. Again Khena, top marks for remembering that the formation can be reversed. The easiest way of seeing how this feels is for everyone to make a 180 degree turn. Khena is still wingleader but now she is at the back of the formation facing forwards. Who can tell me what the advantages of this one are?"

From Kearneth's neck, "And I"m sure Kearneth would be /very/ happy to entertain Qelketh," Rianne leans over just far enough to make herself heard to Cris and not her dragon as she makes her next remark, "And perhaps I can get some sleep in the meantime...." She returns the other girl's beam and then settles herself down again on Kearneth's neck, who is still moving along smoothly and gently, taking the utmost care to avoid holes.. but not for hmself of course.. just for his rider. And /stop/. Attention is snapped as the line begins to slow. Rianne peers to Sasha, "The wingleader can now see every member of her wing?"

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Skeseth grumbles as soon as he stops, lifting his head up as he eyes the front of the wing. "Turn now, 'Seth," Sua pats the brown quietly as she gives Sasha a quick grin. She can answer that one, really! "The Wingleader now has full sight of the wing and the Fall, 'stead of having to face the Threadfall with their wing 'hind 'em?" And she soon looses sight of those, as the brown gives a quick turn around and faces in the other direction. And now his tail is left open to that blue? That's not a good thought.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha nods as she comes up the side of the wing formation. "Thats good Sua....and Rianne...the wing can clearly be seen by the wingleader. But what makes life difficult for the wingleader now?"

Nylanth goes home.

"Okay, stop Mneo. Stop!" Khena speaks up a little too loud as the brown doesn't stop right away, and the weyrling shakes her head, clucking her tongue as she tells Mneoth to turn around. "No more cricks in the neck," she says, grinning as she has full view of her clutchmates in the groundformation. Turning to Sasha, she frowns, the offers a suggestion, "it's hard to give the wingseconds orders....?"

Nestled 'twixt Qelketh's oh-so-blue 'ridges, Cris volunteers a slow nod of head at the answers provided by the other weyrlings, before speaking up herself from place atop crouching Ularith. "The wingleader would -see- all of them, but all the other dragons at the tip top would have to be strong too, greenrider Sasha." is piped up from bluelet with the help of knowledgable blue dragon below.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha looks pleased! "Well done Cris! You are right...the stronger dragons are at the back at the moment..although you could decide to arrnage to have them at the front with only the wingleader bringing up the rear....it would depend on the situation....Khena is right though.....When the wingleader is at the back of the formation, hand signals just don't work. " she motions them onwards..lets just practise this one a little...don't let yourselves get too cramped up...keep it even!"

Don't cramp up. Well, not a problem being the tip of the V. Spreading his wings out wide, Mneoth follows the other dragons in front of him. "So being in this formation, you'd have to rely on you dragon to relay orders?" Seemed an impractical solution to Khena.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha gazes around to check everyone is together. " Thats right! your dragon is your source of communication and so its vital that they are concentrating and you are listening. To a certain extent however you get used to your wingleader's way of working and a lot of your movements become instinctive over time. Now then...next up is Row formation. Sua! Its your turn to be Wingleader and Rianne, you can be wingsecond. Everyone else form a line on either side of them so that the wingleader is in the centre.

Cerdith hangs back a bit, as Reiko seems completely unsure where to go in this formation. Eventually she does make a decision, and the pair tags on at the shorter end of the line.

From Skeseth's neck, Sua gets a better grip on the neckridge in front of her, even if the brown doesn't seem to be paying much attention and trying to get closer to the dragon in front of him. "'Seth, this isn't to get as close as possible to the dragons and 'way from others. It's to learn the formations, so stick to the class." Skeseth grumbles, twisting his head around before pausing a moment in order to let more room enter between the others and himself. Better? She isn't about to answer much of the questions that she doesn't know, so she simply listens to the others and.. blink. "Me?" It was her name. "Alright then..." And she simply tries to work it out, waiting for the others to move in place it seems.

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Nestled 'twixt Qelketh's oh-so-blue 'ridges, Cris beams, basking in the glow of being right for once, thanks to the helpful blue dragon. Hey, bonus, she's cute, adorable, -and- smart. Qelketh gives a happy little flutter of his wingtips before slinking forward, taking care not to cramp up. Settling into an abrupt stop, Cris blinks. Qelketh has already got everything handled, sliding into position behind Rianne and her dragon.

From Kearneth's neck, "Wingsecond?" Rianne questions.. and Kearneth is already moving out to the front of the line, his legs striding fluidly beneath him, elegant, strong.. and then he trips. Again. "Kearneth.. I promise... look, we're to be at the front of the formation now," Rianne points out to him, and Kearneth marches boldly on to the front of the line, past Cris and Qelketh and taking his place next to Sua and her dragon. Rianne gives Sua a mock salute. "Well, my wingleader.. lead the way for us poor followers," Rianne says with a wink to her.

Khena shakes her head slightly, giving off a sigh as she gets Mneoth into the line, ending up next to Cerdith and Reiko. Giving the rider a nod, she slaps the brown's neck, "no, you can't go to sleep now, Mneo! We're in the middle of a class," she complains, muttering the words under her breath.

From Branwyth's neck, Leaning forward on Branwyth's neckridges, "Sua, if you'll give us the signal to 'fly'?" Or walk, in this case. Sasha gives the brownrider a grin, Branwyth's gaze more focused on stretching her neck and peering down the horizontal line, making sure none are too far forward or too far back.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha watches the young dragons fondly. "This formation's used when there are smaller numbers of dragons, but isn't used much now since it's not strategically as useful as the V formations. Let's spread this out a bit?" She glances side to side, Branwyth already shifting her position.

From Skeseth's neck, Sua gives Rianne a tiltled look, grinning brightly as she attempts to settle down and relax. She's acting Wingleader now, right? So set a good example... She smiles over towards Sasha, trying to straighten out between the neckridges of her lifemate so that she may raise and lower her arm as the signal. She was told to do that, right? And that is all that she has to do? Skeseth is given the word, his eyes turning towards the other dragons before he startes forward.

From Kearneth's neck, And the spacing that Rianne forms seems to be giving enough space... or so Rianne hopes.. and then Sasha's second direction comes. Quickly, with the agility of a Harper's dragon as he is, Kearneth shifts underneath Rianne ot the side. And sliiiiidddeeee... And then they begin, he moving forward on the command of the 'Wingleader' with Rianne's grin returning to Sua as she's grinned at. "Go, girl! I can already feel the wind," Rianne remarks teasingly to her.

From Cerdith's neck, "No. I'm sure they'll let us know when we're allowed to fly." Reiko sounds as patient as a person can, who's trying /really/ hard to assimilate a lot of new stuff /and/ deal with her lifemate's constant questioning. "I think it will be a while yet." She's not even going to ask.

Nestled 'twixt Qelketh's oh-so-blue 'ridges, Cris looks mildly confused, thought with a slithering tailtip poke from Qelketh, Cris manages to pipe up just at blue slithers into motion. Slinking forward, Cris calls over to the assistant weyrlingmaster with a question, "Why wouldn't it be stratigical? All the dragons can flame without risking frying the dragon in front of them and everybody can see the wingleader and the wingleader can see everybody..."

From Kearneth's neck, Marianne suddenly swoons as if into a dream...

Khena watches Sua give the signal, her own mind relaying the order to Mneoth, the brown falling into step with the others. Hearing Reiko's words, she glances over at the weyrling, grinning crookedly at her. "There's too much of a chance missing Thread this way, right?" she says, trying to answer Cris' question as she looks at Sasha, an eyebrow raised to see if she's right.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha calls a halt to the row. "Well I must say I am very impressed with your skills so far everyone! OF course until you have to make these shapes in the air you won't realise how tricky it can be to stay together...but at least you have got the idea. I'd like you out practising every day please until you have those distances down pat. Got it? And READ the instructions in the barracks....they need to be memorised!"

Skeseth is moving, really he is. He gives the 'Wingsecond's' dragona quiet glare, and then another towards the other dragon next to him with a quiet snort. He seems to really enjoying playing 'Wingleader', actually. But then it comes to a stop, and both dragon and Sua turn their eyes towards Sasha with the latter smiling. "Alright then, that finishes up the class?" She looks to the other curiously, bobbing her head. Time to get to the food, right?

Cerdith stops at an unheard request, lowering his head and shoulders for Reiko to dismount. Which she does with much relief. Dragons on the ground aren't anything like dragons in the air, after all. She gives him a fond pat, then turns serious eyes to Sasha and nods. "Thanks." She'll be reading. A lot.

Sasha slides with great care down Branwyth's extended forearm, landing on the ground. Sasha heads into the Weyrling Barracks.

Khena suddenly notices that the class is over, and the formation breaking up. "Well, Mneo. Guess you can go sleep now.." she says, sliding down the dragon's shoulder. "There. I'll just take off you straps then," she says, giving off a running commentary again, as she losens the buckle to get the straps off the brown neck. "What d'ya mean 'not without you'? Sooner or later, you'll have to sleep without me, Mneoth...."

Mneoth crouches low as you shift to the ground below.

Sasha heads out from the Weyrling Barracks.

Clambering up Branwyth's misty green flank, Sasha settles as comfortably as possible between her sharply spiked, mistletoe hued neckridges.

Cris slinks down helpful foreleg from place 'twixt Qelketh's neckridges, landing with a pleasant thump on the ground below.

From Branwyth's neck, Sasha waves farewell as she heads off back to her weyr. "See you later!"

Skeseth doesn't even twitch his forearm to help Sua slip down caustiously.

Branwyth coils and then bursts upwards into flight.

Cerdith extends a graceful forelimb as Reiko dismounts, easing her way safely to solid ground.

You remove Mneoth's straps. Cris heads into the Weyrling Barracks.

Mneoth heads in from the Training Grounds. Khena is led in by Mneoth.

Qelketh heads in from the Training Grounds.