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Post by summerrain on Sept 14, 2014 18:24:02 GMT
Time: Just after sunrise
Lenara yawned and stretched, looking over at the large blue form nearby. She smiled softly, then stood. "Alright, c'mon you, we've got to give them their first lesson today," she said, poking the Aquamarine in the side. Iabureth yawned, stretching herself like a little feline. "I know, I know. But that's the job for them today," she told the dragoness. "Call them for me will you?" She'd only been here for about a sevenday, but that was all the time they needed. Besides, that Clutch was overdue to Hatch, and it could happen any day now. There were basics that they just had to learn before Hatching day.
All Candidates are to report to the lake in the Bowl in half a candlemark, the Aquamarine broadcasted. Do not be late. And be prepared to get wet.
There were buckets of sweetsand set up randomly near where Lenara found herself standing, and inside each bucket was a brush. It was a bit far from where the Candidates were staying, but the walk would surely help them wake up. And the air was warm this morning, which was good for them. They would be getting wet today. But first, there were procedures they needed to learn for Hatching Day. And then they would be bathing and oiling the large dragoness who was currently wallowing in the deeper part of the lake. Oh, she would come closer when the time came, but right now she was enjoying herself.
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Post by Lynn on Sept 14, 2014 19:11:27 GMT
Kaira was already awake, her nose in one of the rare books on this world, reading about the Riders and their lifepartners. So many colors, personalities and PEOPLE, she thought. How would she and her students fit into this new world? She knew some of them were already finding their place here, but she was still unsure of her own, and so was, for the moment, merely watching and seeing how things worked. She'd been informed she had the makings of a good Candidate, but she had yet to actually accept the title, unlike some of her students, who had accepted it avidly, in a couple of cases almost greedily. Shaking her head, she looked up as the new voice came into her mind, and she blinked. She'd not heard this one before, she thought curiously, even as she rose and placed the book aside. Best to go watch though, and see how this was to work.
Aura was having her back looked over when the call came, and she had to fight not to wiggle. She'd been told she was not allowed to Stand until her back was fully healed, due to the danger it still posed to her health, but she wanted to at least WATCH what was going on. As if she could read her mind, Joana smiled, calling Orti to her and setting on the girl, who obediently allowed him to land on her shoulder and then padded outside, making sure she didn't run. The last time she had, she'd nearly fainted when it had caused immense pain in the lowest of her healing wounds, and had had to be brought back to the budding Weyr with a frantic Orti in tow. Now though, she paced towards where she could see the Aquamarine-who she'd heard was the Weyrlingmistress' dragon-playing in the water. Smiling, she seated herself nearby, raising a hand in greeting to the Rider, then to Kaira as she arrived and stood, looking uncertain.
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Post by Row on Sept 15, 2014 13:47:58 GMT
Morning found Anka already out at the stables, feeding Elko and the other runners. Kia sat on guard at the edge of the stable door, while Imp was off killing some poor defenseless critter. It was a simple morning, the same chore she had done since first being an Apprentice Beaster, but it was one of the most peaceful times to her. And with the crashing arrival of the craft and its people, such peaceful times were needed.
Her white and black speckled runner was the last runner to be fed. He knew he had to wait his turn, as his human would always care for him last. His fur was the last that she petted before leaving the stables and was always the first when she returned. It caused him great pride and at the moment, he was lifting his head and puffing out his chest with that pride. But his human seemed distracted. Anka wasn't fully into the feeding of the runners. She had already dropped two feed buckets and walked into five stall doors before opening them. As a result, she now had a nice sized bruise forming on her forearm and a slightly bleeding cut that ran across the back of her hand. When she finally came to, Elko was licking the back of her cut hand and Kia was watching her with concerned eyes. "I'm alright boys . . . Honestly," she whispered, dropping off Elko's feed just as a new voice wiggled into her mind.
Aquamarine Iabureth was calling the Candidate's to the lake for a Lesson. Not wanting to be late, she called for Imp, who of course only came running when Kia growled for her, and patted Elko, promising to return with his piece of sweetmeat and klah later. Rushing out of the stables, two canines on her heels, Anka made a straight path for the lake. When arriving, she found that the Aquamarine and her Rider was already there with buckets and two other Candidates. Both were from the craft that crashed and she knew one had been seriously hurt during it. Kia stopped at her side, fur tips brushing her fingers, as he planted himself right beside his human. It was clear that the canine didn't like these new people from . . . . wherever they were from. Thumping him in the back of the head, Anka stepped forward and greeted the Weyrling Mistress and her dragon. "Fine day for lesson by the lake, Weyrling Mistress Lenara," she stated, watching as Imp rushed toward the water and did what she could only call a belly roll, which could only mean the poor pup had tripped halfway through a jump. "Kia, go keep Imp from drowning," she stated, the young pup's father already moving toward his offspring. "Your Aquamarine is looking radiant today," she offered, bowing her head to the dragon. Beaster orbs shifted over the dragon, noting ho well taken care she was and how shiny her hide was. Runner or dragon, Anka could find a fine candidate and so far, every dragon looked well taken care of.
Turning her attention to the other two females, she dipped her head in greeting, though now wasn't the time with full out introductions.
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Post by summerrain on Sept 15, 2014 15:19:32 GMT
Eternity rolled over in her sleep, only to be awakened by a high-pitched shriek as she accidentally rolled onto the tail of her little Siren. "Gah, I'm sorry!" she insisted, over and over. She slowly started to get dressed, but the Lapis showed her a picture of a large blue dragon at the lake, and a number of the other Candidates standing around it. That could only mean lessons... Ah, man! She quickly threw on a white tunic, pairing it with a brown pair of trousers, and slipped her bare feet into a pair of shoes, then rushed out the door. She saw that others were still gathering, so she slowed down. Siren was perched on her shoulder, and her little black puppy came bounding out behind her. Well, it wasn't like she could leave Lucy by herself...
The first two to arrive were survivors. But one girl was standing at a distance. Oh, right, she had a serious injury that would prevent her from Standing for at least a Turn. Well, it was good that she had come to watch. And then one of their own came running toward her, with a pair of canines in tow.
"Why thank you," Lenara replied. She was looking at the clothing choices of each Candidate, making sure they were dressed appropriately to bathe a dragon of Iabureth's size. She did have to send a few back to change, but it was only a few. Oh, another girl with a canine, but she just had one.
Eternity sat down with her back against a boulder, most likely the same one from a month ago, when the old man had given her Siren's egg.
"Alright, everyone, take a seat!" Lenara called when the thirty minutes had passed. "Now, I am Weyrlingmistress Lenara of Aquamarine Iabureth, and until a Candidatemaster is found, I will be the one giving those lessons as well. Do not think you can mess around with me." She looked over the group, stopping to look at a few specific Candidates. "Now, today's lesson will have two parts," she continued. "First, I am going to tell you about Hatching day procedures." That got a few groans out of the Pern-born Candidates. "Oh, be quiet! The off-worlders need to know what to do so they don't end up in the infirmary again, or dead." That got a few nervous looks. "Now, first, there are fifteen eggs, and two Queens. There will be a Touching in a matter of days, as soon as Weyrwoman Lin and Pearl Aketh believe the eggs to be ready. On Touching day, you are to simply brush your fingertips along the shells. Got that? And we will go in groups so as not to overwhelm the eggs. On Hatching Day, you are to wear the white robe and sandals that are traditional. There is a specific place for Candidates, and you will NOT go past it. You will NOT interfere with any fights that happen to break out between the Hatchlings, and you will not touch a Hatchling that has not claimed you. Understand?"
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Post by Lynn on Sept 15, 2014 17:08:46 GMT
Kaira took note of Aura's presence, then looked over in time to see the Pern-Bred girl come running with two canines in tow. Behind her came Eternity, then others, and Kaira looked over each of her students, making sure they were alright. Several were still in the Infirmary, and would be for some time, but most of them had been treated and released already. Sitting at Lenara's instruction-she would lead by example if nothing else, she decided- she listened carefully to the woman's words, an amused grin touching her lips at the groans from those who had been born on this planet. They'd have to learn, she thought, that not everyone knew what they were doing. White robes and sandals, huh? That could cause some burns on feet, she thought with a faint frown, then pushed the thought away. If that was their tradition, so be it.
Aura listened avidly, even though she knew she would not be following any of these instructions, not for awhile anyways. She would take all the information she could get. Watching her fellow Candidates, she noted the differences between the rather ragged looking bunch from the Aries and the more smooth looking Candidates from Pern itself. Their groans as they were told what would occur first had her rolling emerald eyes in exasperation, but she kept her mouth shut, as much as she wanted to say something. Not everyone here knew what they were DOING after all. Her gaze strayed to the three canines, looking them over, then to the Aquamarine again, and she rested her chin in her palm, then rested her elbow on her knee, feeling only a slight pull at her stitches, though it was enough to get Orti's attention and he chittered quietly at her, the quiet out of respect for the Weyrlingmistress. Glancing at him, she sighed and straightened again. "Fine," she murmured softly.
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Post by Faeran on Sept 15, 2014 17:54:54 GMT
Kyravu winced at the dragon calling the candidates. His head was pounding, and he really could have used some sleep. Especially as he had been up most of the night reading...a foolish mistake, he knew, but he hadn't realised that lessons would start so quickly. He made his way to the lesson and slid in with the crowd in time to hear the hatching procedures. He was happy to listen to them, but there were some things that was niggling him.
"What if a hatchling asks for help but does not choose you? Or if another candidate is injured, and you are the closest to be able to help? Healer lessons state that you must not approach a patient until the danger of being injured yourself has passed, so we cannot always rely on the healers at the sidelines to help us out - are candidates forbidden from doing the same?" Kyravu asked, after raising his hand. He couldn't really be expected to let someone bleed out on the Sands if they got hurt...but there were risks and...He frowned while waiting for an answer.
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Post by summerrain on Sept 15, 2014 18:28:56 GMT
A hand went up. Lenara nodded at him, and he spoke his question. "If a Hatchling needs assistance, most often there will already be a bond formed," she told him. "It has happened before, though it is rare, when a Hatchling Impresses to a Candidate because it is unable to break through its shell alone. That is the one exception to stepping toward the eggs, and even then doing so poses immense risk to the Candidate. There is a possibility that one of the other Hatchlings will get aggressive and attack, or that the Candidate will simply get caught in the middle of a play fight. If that does happen, the most likely outcome is the death of the Candidate. But, like I said before, a Hatchling needing its Rider to get out of its shell is very rare. If your Healer training tells you to assist a Candidate, feel free to do so." She looked at the rest of the Candidates.
"Just remember, all of you, that you must think about every action you make while on the Sands," she told them. "If you are not careful, you will get hurt. You might die. Candidates have been killed in the past because they tried to touch a Hatchling that was searching for its Rider. You cannot predict what an unImpressed Hatchling is going to do. Even Impressed Hatchlings can be temperamental. I know mine was when I first Impressed her." Iabureth had come back over, and she snorted at Lenara from behind. She raised an eyebrow. "You trying to say that you were easy to handle?" she asked aloud, causing multiple Candidates to giggle.
"Alright! If there are no more questions, each of you find a bucket and brush! Some of you might have to pair up, there are extra brushes in the bag beside me. You're going to learn how to bathe and oil a dragon, with Iabureth as the volunteer."
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Post by Row on Sept 15, 2014 19:25:52 GMT
Another off-worlder with a canine came running up a little late. Of course, Anka's eyes went first the flit that sat on her shoulder and then to the canine. It looked a bit younger than Imp, but only by a few weeks. Either way, she made a mental note to keep an eye on the pup and try to meet up with the owner of the pup. Maybe the little thing could make a good impression on Imp and calm the pup. If not, then at least the pup might give Imp a playmate close to her age.
For a few moments, Anka was feeling a bit out numbered, as there were more off-worlder Candidates gathered than Pern-born, at least until a male showed up. Anka had been about to lean back against a rock to slid down and sit on the ground, but as soon as the male spoke up, she slipped and fell, catching herself only when she made contact with Kia who grumbled but allowed her to push off of him. "Sorry boy," she whispered, settling on the ground, face a little red, but otherwise she pushed the slight embarrassment away. She listened to the slightly older looking male's question and knew by the way he questioned that he was Pern-born. Sighing, she turned to listen to the answer, happy when Imp came running back over to her and she was able to quiet the pup down before she did something crazy.
Think on the Sands, she thought, mentally checking off a list in her head of what she would have to do to either get herself off the Sands in one piece or get both her and her future life-partner off the Sands in one piece. The Weyrling Mistress' call to find a bucket and brush caught her a little off guard but she recovered quickly and was off the ground in a moment. There wasn't a bucket with a brush in it to far away from her and she grabbed it, noticing there were two brushes in it. "I actually have a bucket with two brushes if someone wants one," she spoke up, not afraid to pair up with someone. Turning, she nodded to Kia. "Stay with Imp, Kia. Make sure she stays away from the water while we're doing our lesson," she stated, earning a nod from the adult canine. Before she knew it, she was waiting along with the other Candidates waiting further instruction from the Weyrling Mistress.
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Post by Lynn on Sept 16, 2014 5:33:18 GMT
Kaira winced for the lad's questions, but they were sound, she had to admit. She'd been wondering the same thing, and now had her answer, without ever having had to ask and remind them that 1, she was there and 2, she was an off-worlder. Better to let one of their own ask those kinds of questions. When instructed to get a bucket and brush, she hesitated, then shook her head and rose, padding over to the girl with the two canines. "May I work with you?" she asked politely, waiting as patiently as possible.
Aura also listened, her head cocked faintly in curiosity, then nodded to herself. "Stay on your toes, huh?" she said to the little Sapphire on her shoulder, who chirped to her and then nudged her attention back to the Aquamarinerider. Smiling, Aura looked to her again, and looked at her dragon as she came up, admiring the way the light shone on her hide. Humming softly, she just watched, obedient to Joana's words before she left about not pushing herself and not actually PARTICIPATING. She was allowed to WATCH, but that was it.
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Post by Row on Sept 16, 2014 13:25:14 GMT
Hearing a voice, Anka turned and found herself staring at breasts. Slowly, she looked up and found a very tall, fiery headed woman standing behind her. It had to be a slight hill! her mind told her, glancing down at her feet. Yes, there was a slight dip down toward the water, but no, no this off-worlder woman was just really tall. Smiling, Anka looked back up to the woman's face. "Of course. I'm Anka . . . You're one of those off-worlder's from the crash?" she asked, her tone holding no hate or malice toward the woman, but there was a note of worry. Her eyes flicked over to the younger female that had clearly been hurt in the crash. "How is your friend and the others that were injured during the crash?" she asked, reaching into the bucket and pulling out the extra brush and holding it out to the woman.
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The sound of a voice in his head woke Duncan quickly. He came up off his cot swinging, a screwdriver as his weapon, though once the nightmares of the crash passed, he found himself half lying on a cot, parts of the shuttle he could salvage scattered around him, and his hand with a screwdriver in it lifted as if to fight someone off. "Ya bampot" he cursed, flopping back down on the cot, cursing again as he landed on a part and it jabbed him in the back. Throwing his legs over the cot, he got to his feet quickly, remembering the call from dragon and had a feeling he was going to be late. Quickly, he tamed his wild locks as best he could, tying them at the nape of his neck and then worked on the clothes. Pern clothing wasn't as tight as Earth clothing, but he was use to ill fitting things. So on went the slightly larger clothing and out he went.
Once he stepped out of the barracks, he was lost. This was nothing like what he was use to. There was normally a house surrounding a bedroom, not a little bit of a sitting room, then the great outdoors!!!! Looking around, he started off in what he hoped was the right direction. After getting lost twice and finally breaking down and asking someone, that someone fleeing from him like he sprouted a third head, and having to ask another person, who lucky didn't run from him, Duncan found his way to the lake. Finally arriving, he found that everyone was moving toward the water and getting buckets . . . He noticed that one of the students from the camp was sitting off by herself and he remembered that she had been injured during the crash . . . He knew he had been introduced to her, but her name was escaping him at the moment.
"How are you feeling, lassie?" he asked, stepping up to the young girl with a concerned look in his eyes. The lesson could wait a few moments, he wanted to make sure she was comfortable before anything else.
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Post by Lynn on Sept 16, 2014 20:25:37 GMT
"I am indeed," Kaira replied mildly, taking the brush and then looking to the Aquamarine. "My name is Kaira," she added after a moment, looking to Anka again, then to her two dogs curiously. "They're beautiful," she said, motioning with the hand full of brush towards them. "What are their names?"
Aura looked up at the man as he came over, shifting slightly in discomfort, but remaining where she sat, watching him calmly. Orti sat on her shoulder, his whirling eyes focused on the man, curious, his small head cocked ever so slightly with that same emotion. "I'm well, yes," she said, emerald gaze watchful, slightly wary, but still calm. "My name is Aura. And you are?" she asked curiously.
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Post by summerrain on Sept 16, 2014 21:34:52 GMT
"Alright! Once everyone has a brush, it's time to get into the water!" Lenara called, taking off her shoes and reaching for the bucket next to her. The legs of her trousers had been rolled up. "You're going to learn how to bathe and oil a dragon. Now, Iabureth has been in the water a while, so her hide should be decently wet." At the mention of her name, the Aquamarine reappeared in the shallows. "It's not hard to bathe a small dragon, as long as you are gentle. The hide of a Hatchling is much thinner than the hide of a fully grown dragon like Iabureth. And many dragons have hides thicker still, especially ones that grew up in the far North." As she was speaking, she took the bucket of sweetsand and moved toward her dragon. Lenara grabbed a neck spike and stepped up on the Aquamarine's foreleg, swinging her other leg over. She reached in and grabbed a handful of the sand and worked it around, then used the brush to scrub.
"Don't worry about hurting her, most of you won't have the arm strength to do that anyway," she told them as she scrubbed. "Though you'll want to be more gentle on her wings, and keep the sand out of her eyes and nose. Oh, and..." She was cut off when the dragoness flared her wings, sending water everywhere. "She likes to splash sometimes," the Weyrlingmistress finished with a laugh. "Well, what are you all waiting for?"
Eternity hesitated, then pulled her shoes off and rolled up her trousers, exposing the pink scar on her leg. Thankfully it had healed decently quickly, but she knew it would eventually fade to a color pretty close to her skin tone. Then, well, someday she'd look just like the others, and no one would think about what had happened a month ago. Someday, the crash would just be a memory. Siren darted toward the water, but quickly settled back on the boulder so as to stay out of the way. A larger flit, an Amethyst, suddenly joined the Lapis, and they began a conversation of sorts, filled with twittering and chirps, and other sounds that only a tiny dragon-creature could make.
A boy reached out with a brush in his hand. "Here," he said to her, smiling. "If you don't mind sharing a bucket, we can work together?" She nodded, smiling back at him.
"Should be fun," she answered.
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Post by Row on Sept 16, 2014 22:36:57 GMT
Anka smiled, happy to hear that everyone was healing from the crash. When she heard Kaira speak again, her head turned toward Kia and Imp as she leaned over to take off her boots and roll up her pants legs. "Thank you. The bigger one is Kia and the smaller one is his daughter from the last litter, Imp," she stated. Two of her five pets were here, Elko in the stables, which made her wonder where Gaol and Caior was. As if thinking about them brought the pair, her newly hatched lapis firelizard, Gaol, and her red sea serpent, Caior, appeared from between and landed on a rock near Kia and Imp. "And there's my new two trouble makers," she stated, smiling as she watched the lofty lapis puff up her chest and the red lift himself up in a guarding position. "Have you been able to get some of our firelizards or sea serpents?" she asked, knowing there was a clutch and hatching lately due to Caior and Gaol.
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The Weyrling Mistress began speaking again, but Duncan ignored her, not in a malice type of way, but he wanted to make sure his fellow off-worlder was doing better. Abhainn settled on his shoulder regarding the sapphire on the young girl's shoulder with interest. When her heard that she was doing better, Duncan breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that." When she asked his name, Duncan did a little bow, long hair covering over his shoulder. Abhainn scrambled for purchase, but Duncan placed his hand out for her and she wrapped a single clawed paw around his finger and righted herself as he did. "Duncan MacDougall of the clan MacDougall at your service . . . Though I guess there's not much of a clan MacDougall out here, huh?" he stated, blue orbs flashing with a bit of sadness, even as he smiled at her.
Hearing the Weyrling Mistress still talking, Duncan decided he needed to get to the lesson before he was yelled at. He dipped his head to Aura once more before placing a kind hand on her knee. "I'd better be movin' toward the water. I heard mention from one of dese Pern-born Candidates dat if ya miss a lesson den de Weyrling Mistress has something evil in store far ya . . . I donae really want ta find out dough," he stated, withdrawing his hand and sighing. "Be seein' ya, lassie," he stated, heading toward the water and the lesson.
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Post by Lynn on Sept 16, 2014 23:22:03 GMT
Kaira smiled at the girl and nodded, then shook her head. "No, I haven't actually, although I want to have one very much," she replied, her eyes gleaming with that desire. "They seem like amazing little companions." She pulled off her own new boots and rolled up her jeans-which, though a little ripped, were still usable-and padded into the water, watching the way the Weyrlingmistress washed her dragon.
Aura listened to Lenara even as she gave her attention to Duncan, nodding slightly for his words. "Indeed. Go ahead and do so. Wouldn't want you getting in trouble," she said mildly. She then watched him silently, twitching slightly from his touch, her eyes narrowing. She was not pleased with the unwanted contact, especially from a male.
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Post by slush on Sept 17, 2014 5:08:47 GMT
Navelon was up before the sun. He was an early riser these days, and besides, it was his first night back at the Weyr in over half a decade. His simple cot in the Candidate barracks wasn't so different from the one he'd slept on while he'd been away, but this one hadn't molded to his body yet. He hadn't slept well, and there were knots between his shoulder blades. Plus, Shee was crooning some delighted morning song in his ear and Merc's webbed forepaw was patting at his face, begging to be taken out to the water.
And so it happened that he was already putting on his clothes when Iabureth made her broadcast. The lake, eh? Well, this would probably be a messy lesson--his dirt-stained clothes shouldn't bother anyone much. He whistled jauntily as he strolled out of the barracks, trailed by a gleaming Pearl shadow. The rising morning sun played impressively off her hide, calling forth swirls and eddies of pink-orange-yellow. The firelizard queen loved early morning flights, and Navelon privately thought it was because that was when she caught the sunlight best. She flitted easily on and off his padded shoulder-perch as he trekked toward the lake. On the opposite side, Merc the Silver sea serpent was coiled drowsily in his pouch, anticipating the water.
Navelon stopped a little apart from the others, overcome by a sudden and strange awkwardness. This was absurd. The Weyr--at least, a Weyr--was his home. He of all people should feel at ease here. But all these strange faces were so different from those he'd seen turn after turn as clutch after clutch of young dragons sought their partners. He remembered the last time he'd stood on a lakeshore, hearing this very same lesson, and shook his head, setting his curly hair bouncing. That was years ago now. He was older now, better.
He'd zoned out, missing half of Lenara's instructions for bathing a dragon. He wasn't too bothered, considering he'd been helping Nashay wash her Emerald since he was tall enough to stand in the shallows of the lake. His confidence returned, and he plodded into the water, not even bothering to roll up his trousers. As he leaned down to snag a bucket, a brush, and a scoop of sweetsand, Merc's head poked up from inside the pouch. The serpent gave a happy thrum and slithered right down his arm, a silver blur zipping into the water.
He found himself next to Duncan, someone who certainly had the look of an off-worlder. He proffered a brush to the other man. "Need a brush?" He grinned, bucket swinging as they sloshed toward the Aquamarine. "I'm Navelon, Igen Weyrbred Journeyman Farmer and Candidate." He might as well start getting to know them now. If all went well, he'd be spending the better part of his life with some of them for the next couple of turns.
Shee leapt off his shoulder in a graceful arc, plunging into the water and out again, showering both Navelon and Duncan with droplets. Nav waved a dismissive hand at her; this wasn't playtime for the humans. She turned her attention instead to the dragon before her, trilling a greeting.
Navelon, too, remembered his manners as he approached Iabureth. "Good morning," he said, dipping his head. "I hope you're not too bothered by all of us students."
He turned back to Duncan. "I can show you how to work the wingsail, if you'd like. I used to bathe my mother's Emerald all the time. They're not as delicate as they look, really, and you need only look at the dragon's eyes to see how you're doing. If they're blue or green, you're probably fine, but yellow means you're like to get knocked on your rump by a tail or something." Torienth had been fond of doing that, actually, but in her case it was a playful gesture. Still, she'd nearly drowned young Navelon once and had to haul him out as he squalled. He smiled fondly as he began massaging sand across the membranous wing in sweeping arcs.
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