Log: Safriath Discovers Her Queenliness
Who: Nenita, P'draig, Safriath, Jekzith, NPCs: Jenna, Onth, Hzinth (faded brown), D'pry
When: It is a summer afternoon, 16:32 of day 27, month 7, turn 20 of Interval 10.
Where: Bowl, Ista Weyr
What: P'draig attempts to take half the weyrlings up for a first gliding lesson. Safriath bombs the lesson with the discovery of her gold superpowers.
It's summer, it's hot and wet out and that could be why P'draig's waited until the worst of the heat has lifted with a breeze coming in off the ocean in the late afternoon to gather about half the weyrlings for a gliding lesson. "All right everyone, this afternoon, your dragons are going to stretch their wings a little and finally get a little bit of air. Dragons line up over there where that chalk line is on the ground and stretch out your wings, you need to be at least that far apart, then double that distance again so you have plenty of room to maneuver." The brownrider grins around at the assembled. "Jekzith'll demonstrate with a short hop from there," that line there, "to there," that line over there with no one lining up along it.
It's disgusting outside and Nenita has tossed aside longer sturdier pants for a pair that haven't been cut roughly in half, her shirt is similar in its rakish tomboy fashion. With her sticky hair pulled back from her face she looks absolutely miserable out here with the rest of the weyrlings. Safriath is holding up better, happy to be out in the beating sun. Her and her partner move over, asembling with the rest of the line the required distance apart. She holds her hands over her eyes, trying to shield the sun from them.
"One of the best parts of being able to fly is that we'll be able to head down to the beach in a couple of weeks for lessons in the afternoons and it's a whole lot cooler down there," he declares as he spots miserable Nenny and others looking hot and fanning faces in spite of that kicked up breeze. Hazards of impressing in the summer and getting stuck up top at the Weyr. Onth by comparison with Safriath, is not looking like a happy little brown, but a melty one and kind of flops into place instead of walking, barely stretching his wings to make sure of the right distance. Jekzith though, well he's typically chipper. << Hello, hello! Here we go everyone, just watch for a second and then you'll see what to do and I'll be waiting over here for you when it's your turn! >> He pops a bright blue thought bubble up for all, showing in advance the short, shallow glide that's expected. Then his maple-hued wings stretch wide and he crouches, lifts off and sails from one line to the other. On the far side, he trumpets triumphantly. << Your turn!! >> P'draig holds up a hand though. "One at a time for this first go, please. Who wants to go first?"
Safriath comes forward from the line (whether or not its her turn) and stretches her wings out. Because it's certainly her time now. Without waiting for permission from P'draig or her rider or Jekzith, the rapidly getting larger gold takes a step back and then a few steps foward. She lifts up in something that's more than a shallow glide and lands roughly over by the older brown. So maybe it wasn't graceful... or what they told her to do. She did it. Nenita stands there with her hands hanging limply at her side now. Then they come up to her face and rub at her eyes, maybe a little exasperated.
Waving hands lift and a few wingtips waggle, wanting to be first out, only to be beaten out by Safriath. Jekzith of course isn't much help on this one. He leans over and noses towards Safriath affectionately. << Nice first one! Just try to tuck your feet up more during the glide and then pop them out and /reach/ for the ground. It'll make your landings smoother! >> Then he's looking for the next. Paddy on the other hand, lets his head drop for a moment, then looks back up. "All right then, Nenita, try to keep her in check next time and wait for her turn. It's important to do the turn-taking thing so you don't wind up crashing into each other in mid-air. Understood?" And it's more Safriath he's looking towards. Jekzith after a moment's pause shares the hypothetical scenario with the young queen mentally. Little dragons. Crashing. Falling. Badness. "Okay, next," and P'draig points to Jenna and Onth, though Jenna's having to urge Onth up off the ground to get going.
Safriath's reaction to any hypothetical situation is produce one which she shares with all. Her the glorious gold, splendid the in sky! The biggest thing out there! Crashing like a balling bowl through blues and greens. It would seem her rider isn't unaware of this projection as the face that's in her hand gets shaken back and forth. Then there's a, "Yes, P'draig. Got it. Understood." As this is spoken another projection gets sent out, possibly more out there than the last. "Cut it out. Damn it, Safriath." She mutters darkly and the image scatters. Meanwhile, the gold is sidling up next to Jekzith and rumbling happily over her recent triumph.
Onth makes his glide safely, though he falls short of the line and waddles over it with a lift of his head. So there. He did it. Sainth however, lets out a whimpery creel at the projection Safriath just shared and ducks her head under her wing hiding from the chaos. One of the blues bleats too and knocks his rider off his feet shoving his head into his chest. The babies are getting bigger and bigger every day. P'draig takes a deep breath and lets it out and shoots a look over at Nenita. "See if you can't get her to share something encouraging, hm?" he suggests and then he's eyeing Jekzith suspiciously even as he 'snuggles' with the young gold. Still, the elder dragon sends comfort Onth's way too. << Stretch your wings a little more and tuck your body up and that'll help you go farther. You'll do it next time! >> Just to Safriath, he shares laughter for her bowling ball projection. << Well that'd be /funny/, but not very pleasant when you all hit the ground. Maybe try it with everyone sailing gloriously? >>
These reactions garner a whipping of Safriath's head. She turns and regards them all with utter curiosity, canting her head to the side. What is /this/. Is this because of her? If Nenita's face is any indication of what's to come, P'draig would probably be well warned. Her hands come away from her face and she's making the 'No' face. And then, "Safriath, /no/." It's stern, she means it. It doesn't matter. The gold is then project loudly, colorfully that whole scenerio all over again. It's more detailed and now the undertone is: This will happen. Not 'what if'. The weyrling breaks the line to get over to her dragon and her hands on the gold, making contact. "Stop, stop, stop. That's not okay. You can't do that." But she can and she did, and her thoughts are definitely smug and amused. << I can do that? They /listen/ to me. >> And are now perhaps, afraid of her.
This time, all but one brown sit down behind the line, staring across it at Safriath, some with orange and red-tinged eyes. If she was trying to scare them, she succeeded roundly. Only that slender, faded brown and Jekzith remain stalwart in the face of her 'will be'. << No it won't, >> Hzinth, her clutchmate fires back stubbornly. << We'll all do /better/ than that! >> Jekzith meanwhile is eyeing Safriath sidelong and edging away from her a little. << Yes. Most will listen. So it's a good idea to be /helpful/ instead. P'draig will /not/ be happy. >> Beat. << /Isn't/ happy. >> Paddy in fact, has his hands on his hips and is looking right at Nenita as she crosses to Safriath. "Nenita, Safriath, over here please. The rest of you take five minutes to get calm and re-oriented. D'pry - go help them calm down," he gestures to the assistant who's come trotting out of the barracks. He and his blue head over to work with the little group who haven't glided yet.
They won't all listen? Oh, she'll see about that. Safriath takes that image and amps it up but is now staring fully at Hzinth. Seeing just how far she has to go to bend him to her will. For good or for evil indeed! Nenita is weakly smacking her hand on the gold's hide and looking utterly confused and exasperated as she tries to rein this situation in. "Oh shit. Now we're in trouble. Good fucking job." That there apparently breaks her focus, at least temporarily. The gold turns to regard P'draig with wide, innocent eyes. As if there's nothing amiss with what she was just doing. Nenita turns around and leans against her partner's hide, expression blank. There's a swallow and she pushes off, the dragon following. Though not looking one bit upset.
Hzinth holds up pretty well for a bit there, but it's pretty inevitable that he'd cave eventually at this young age. He does so with a squawk and flops down on the ground, shaking a little. That makes Paddy's eyes narrow a little while the little brown's rider tucks his knees in under is brown's chin and soothes him gently. A moment later, Aath is winging downward too no less, Mic pulled in a little early, likely wit instructions to help D'pry to calm the group and get them re-focused on practice. Paddy, he's crooking his finger at Nenita with his serious face on and ignoring Safriath's wide-eyed pretensions to innocence, while Jekzith tags along after, quiet for now. "You, me and her, over by the pool, right now." And so it goes to have a very serious talk about not abusing her goldliness.
When: It is a summer afternoon, 16:32 of day 27, month 7, turn 20 of Interval 10.
Where: Bowl, Ista Weyr
What: P'draig attempts to take half the weyrlings up for a first gliding lesson. Safriath bombs the lesson with the discovery of her gold superpowers.
It's summer, it's hot and wet out and that could be why P'draig's waited until the worst of the heat has lifted with a breeze coming in off the ocean in the late afternoon to gather about half the weyrlings for a gliding lesson. "All right everyone, this afternoon, your dragons are going to stretch their wings a little and finally get a little bit of air. Dragons line up over there where that chalk line is on the ground and stretch out your wings, you need to be at least that far apart, then double that distance again so you have plenty of room to maneuver." The brownrider grins around at the assembled. "Jekzith'll demonstrate with a short hop from there," that line there, "to there," that line over there with no one lining up along it.
It's disgusting outside and Nenita has tossed aside longer sturdier pants for a pair that haven't been cut roughly in half, her shirt is similar in its rakish tomboy fashion. With her sticky hair pulled back from her face she looks absolutely miserable out here with the rest of the weyrlings. Safriath is holding up better, happy to be out in the beating sun. Her and her partner move over, asembling with the rest of the line the required distance apart. She holds her hands over her eyes, trying to shield the sun from them.
"One of the best parts of being able to fly is that we'll be able to head down to the beach in a couple of weeks for lessons in the afternoons and it's a whole lot cooler down there," he declares as he spots miserable Nenny and others looking hot and fanning faces in spite of that kicked up breeze. Hazards of impressing in the summer and getting stuck up top at the Weyr. Onth by comparison with Safriath, is not looking like a happy little brown, but a melty one and kind of flops into place instead of walking, barely stretching his wings to make sure of the right distance. Jekzith though, well he's typically chipper. << Hello, hello! Here we go everyone, just watch for a second and then you'll see what to do and I'll be waiting over here for you when it's your turn! >> He pops a bright blue thought bubble up for all, showing in advance the short, shallow glide that's expected. Then his maple-hued wings stretch wide and he crouches, lifts off and sails from one line to the other. On the far side, he trumpets triumphantly. << Your turn!! >> P'draig holds up a hand though. "One at a time for this first go, please. Who wants to go first?"
Safriath comes forward from the line (whether or not its her turn) and stretches her wings out. Because it's certainly her time now. Without waiting for permission from P'draig or her rider or Jekzith, the rapidly getting larger gold takes a step back and then a few steps foward. She lifts up in something that's more than a shallow glide and lands roughly over by the older brown. So maybe it wasn't graceful... or what they told her to do. She did it. Nenita stands there with her hands hanging limply at her side now. Then they come up to her face and rub at her eyes, maybe a little exasperated.
Waving hands lift and a few wingtips waggle, wanting to be first out, only to be beaten out by Safriath. Jekzith of course isn't much help on this one. He leans over and noses towards Safriath affectionately. << Nice first one! Just try to tuck your feet up more during the glide and then pop them out and /reach/ for the ground. It'll make your landings smoother! >> Then he's looking for the next. Paddy on the other hand, lets his head drop for a moment, then looks back up. "All right then, Nenita, try to keep her in check next time and wait for her turn. It's important to do the turn-taking thing so you don't wind up crashing into each other in mid-air. Understood?" And it's more Safriath he's looking towards. Jekzith after a moment's pause shares the hypothetical scenario with the young queen mentally. Little dragons. Crashing. Falling. Badness. "Okay, next," and P'draig points to Jenna and Onth, though Jenna's having to urge Onth up off the ground to get going.
Safriath's reaction to any hypothetical situation is produce one which she shares with all. Her the glorious gold, splendid the in sky! The biggest thing out there! Crashing like a balling bowl through blues and greens. It would seem her rider isn't unaware of this projection as the face that's in her hand gets shaken back and forth. Then there's a, "Yes, P'draig. Got it. Understood." As this is spoken another projection gets sent out, possibly more out there than the last. "Cut it out. Damn it, Safriath." She mutters darkly and the image scatters. Meanwhile, the gold is sidling up next to Jekzith and rumbling happily over her recent triumph.
Onth makes his glide safely, though he falls short of the line and waddles over it with a lift of his head. So there. He did it. Sainth however, lets out a whimpery creel at the projection Safriath just shared and ducks her head under her wing hiding from the chaos. One of the blues bleats too and knocks his rider off his feet shoving his head into his chest. The babies are getting bigger and bigger every day. P'draig takes a deep breath and lets it out and shoots a look over at Nenita. "See if you can't get her to share something encouraging, hm?" he suggests and then he's eyeing Jekzith suspiciously even as he 'snuggles' with the young gold. Still, the elder dragon sends comfort Onth's way too. << Stretch your wings a little more and tuck your body up and that'll help you go farther. You'll do it next time! >> Just to Safriath, he shares laughter for her bowling ball projection. << Well that'd be /funny/, but not very pleasant when you all hit the ground. Maybe try it with everyone sailing gloriously? >>
These reactions garner a whipping of Safriath's head. She turns and regards them all with utter curiosity, canting her head to the side. What is /this/. Is this because of her? If Nenita's face is any indication of what's to come, P'draig would probably be well warned. Her hands come away from her face and she's making the 'No' face. And then, "Safriath, /no/." It's stern, she means it. It doesn't matter. The gold is then project loudly, colorfully that whole scenerio all over again. It's more detailed and now the undertone is: This will happen. Not 'what if'. The weyrling breaks the line to get over to her dragon and her hands on the gold, making contact. "Stop, stop, stop. That's not okay. You can't do that." But she can and she did, and her thoughts are definitely smug and amused. << I can do that? They /listen/ to me. >> And are now perhaps, afraid of her.
This time, all but one brown sit down behind the line, staring across it at Safriath, some with orange and red-tinged eyes. If she was trying to scare them, she succeeded roundly. Only that slender, faded brown and Jekzith remain stalwart in the face of her 'will be'. << No it won't, >> Hzinth, her clutchmate fires back stubbornly. << We'll all do /better/ than that! >> Jekzith meanwhile is eyeing Safriath sidelong and edging away from her a little. << Yes. Most will listen. So it's a good idea to be /helpful/ instead. P'draig will /not/ be happy. >> Beat. << /Isn't/ happy. >> Paddy in fact, has his hands on his hips and is looking right at Nenita as she crosses to Safriath. "Nenita, Safriath, over here please. The rest of you take five minutes to get calm and re-oriented. D'pry - go help them calm down," he gestures to the assistant who's come trotting out of the barracks. He and his blue head over to work with the little group who haven't glided yet.
They won't all listen? Oh, she'll see about that. Safriath takes that image and amps it up but is now staring fully at Hzinth. Seeing just how far she has to go to bend him to her will. For good or for evil indeed! Nenita is weakly smacking her hand on the gold's hide and looking utterly confused and exasperated as she tries to rein this situation in. "Oh shit. Now we're in trouble. Good fucking job." That there apparently breaks her focus, at least temporarily. The gold turns to regard P'draig with wide, innocent eyes. As if there's nothing amiss with what she was just doing. Nenita turns around and leans against her partner's hide, expression blank. There's a swallow and she pushes off, the dragon following. Though not looking one bit upset.
Hzinth holds up pretty well for a bit there, but it's pretty inevitable that he'd cave eventually at this young age. He does so with a squawk and flops down on the ground, shaking a little. That makes Paddy's eyes narrow a little while the little brown's rider tucks his knees in under is brown's chin and soothes him gently. A moment later, Aath is winging downward too no less, Mic pulled in a little early, likely wit instructions to help D'pry to calm the group and get them re-focused on practice. Paddy, he's crooking his finger at Nenita with his serious face on and ignoring Safriath's wide-eyed pretensions to innocence, while Jekzith tags along after, quiet for now. "You, me and her, over by the pool, right now." And so it goes to have a very serious talk about not abusing her goldliness.