Another end of the day and the temperatures remain high … uncomfortably high. Which may explain the lack of major traffic through the centre bowl. Something that Miel exploits for now, along with a few other AWLMs. Ivaenth dozes on one of the ledges above, the bright green having already done her immediate duty of 'summoning' a list of weyrling pairs to march on out here, with straps in place as they'd done a few days prior. Only ? today is different! There's a small sense of anticipation here and likely by now word has spread from those called out previously; some have begun to get a taste of what it's like to be mounted up on their dragons!

When weather is this hot, Raktraeth wilts, or at least he's going to pretend like he wilts if he's asked to do anything besides sit in the sun. Doji's gotten accustomed to this acting though and she's not giving in. They're going to the bowl like they've been ordered and they won't be the last ones there either. Those straps have recently been let out yet again, but not onto a completely new set yet. Once the pair arrives to the bowl, Doji will give a salute to Miel and settle to waiting, checking those straps one more time.

Nynnth would like to point out, if it matters, that he no longer 'shuffles awkwardly'. He walks kind of oddly, but this forward momentum can, by no means, be referred to as either 'shuffling' or 'awkwardly' and having his motion thus described is eroding his fragile male ego. And as Nynnth moves rather hoppily into the Central Bowl, Zavyr jogs in behind him.

Out and about again, they are; a rambling man and a gamboling dragon. But this time, there's anticipation: Kyprioth manages to behave himself reasonably well, keeping on track with a minimum of fuss and gamboling in the general direction given by a somewhat sweaty A'lira (is Igen trying to bake him even darker than he already is? It might be.), the dragon's straps in much better condition after some advising by an older rider.

Fortunately for K'mine, Vedziyath isn't growing as quickly as her other counterparts, so her straps have been holding up and fitting well for the most part. Though, its not going to stop K'mine from checking them over and over. « They're fine. You've taken them off and put them back on several times. » "Still, this is important," he mutters, running his fingers underneath the leather to make sure none is biting into his dragon's hide. « Mine. Have more belief in yourself and forget the damn straps. » With an audible groan, the man straightens up and plants his hands on his hips, peering down at Vedziyath. « Don't you sass me! » Eyeroll.

Luckily for all, there won't be any intensive PT or exercise going on. Miel's wearing a full head cover, even with the sun now setting, but she's kept the veil pushed down and her crooked smile is visible as the weyrlings begin to arrive. A salute is returned to Doji, then one given to A'lira, Zavyr and K'mine. "I got these four!" she calls to her fellow AWLMs, gesturing for them to take the other weyrlings. "Evening, you guys! If you'll just all line up close please? Going to keep this somewhat 'casual' since it's so damn hot…" Not to mention storms can come and crash the fun at any given moment. "Just a quick assessment and then if you're clear, you can mount up! Any questions?" She asks, even as her gaze slides to her first 'victim', hand raising to K'mine as she approaches to assess those straps.

The hypothesis that Zavyr had, early on, about who is in charge at a Weyr - the dragons or the riders - is yet being tested, but now on a pair-by-pair basis. K'mine/Vedziyath definately fall under one side of Zavyr's mental tally-sheet. Doji/Raktraeth and A'lira/Kyprioth fall on the opposite side of that line. The jury is still out on several of the others, and Zavyr salutes before settling into parade rest next to Nynnth's head, while Nynnth peers over at his clutchmates, eyes ablazen with pure delight. « Maybe they RIDE us today! And then we FLY! » A hesitation as Zavyr shoots a look at him, « Soon. Soon we FLY! » Zavyr then steps back enough to look at the straps and make sure they haven't moved too much since she put them on the blue in the barracks. No questions. Never.

Okay, maybe it actually was worth moving his butt to come to lessons today. Raktraeth even straightens up at the announcement that they'll be mounting up, nudging at Doji who continues with her own last minute inspection of the straps before Miel comes over. Considering she's already checked every inch of them numerous times already, it's probably just more to do with her hands than actual need to check it. « My straps are fine. I promise not to grow between now and when the weyrlingmaster comes over. » Any other times he makes no guarantees, but the joke gets a snort from the girl anyway.

Flying? WHAR. Kyprioth rolls to a stop, sitting upright with eyes wheeling in excitement. Wings spread, reminiscent of bats and other underwordly things, to encompass the space between himself and Raktraeth and Nynnth. A'lira runs a hand over his face andpokes at the browns shoulder — that shoulder's suddenly much higher than it used to be. "Not yet, you goon." There's affection in that insult, an affection mirrored in the gentle jab of nose to belly and the soft 'woof' as A'lira gives way a bit.

"No Questions, ma'am." K'mine takes a deep breath and slowly exhales, moving his hands away from his hips as he stands at the position of attention. Maybe a little more nervous than he wants to be for this but his green tempers his nerves and sooths the poor man. She'll give him a good ribbing later. Vedziyath gets her rump off of the ground and stands up, eyes whirling as she peers over to Miel in anticipation for what's to come. Her oversized wings twitch a little bit.

Miel works quick as before and it won't take her long to finish before nodding to K'mine. "Straps look good. You're cleared to mount up! Just like we'd instructed." Verbal lessons are nothing like the real thing though~ Have fun with that! Then she's moving on to A'lira and Doji, greeting them both with a nod of her head as she makes her rounds in due time between them. "Good work, both of you. Doji, the fit is better. A'lira, these straps'll do until he grows out of them." Which she'll assume won't be much longer. Gesturing to them, she takes a step back. "Go on and mount up as well. I cannot stress enough that we're staying ON the ground!" There may be a pointed look to Nynnth at this point. Yeah, she's watching you! "Any of you so much as try to hop or glide, I'll have your asses tethered and held back for an extra set of weeks. Understood? Mount up, get used to it and to them and, if you feel comfortable… walk," Heavy emphasis! "Around the bowl. Keep out of the way." And go!

Kyprioth flexes his claws into the sand as if to remind himself where the ground is and where his paws arfe to remain, though his tail begins to lash heavily in excitement. They're going places now, aren't they? Like, over there? He's chirping to himself, to A'lira, before he crouches down to allow his rider to mount. That, at least, A'lira manages to pull off without a hitch, though it seems a bit awkward to finally be upon the neck of his lifelong friend for the first time. Once they're both comfortable, Kyprioth begins to walk — slinking somewhat because this is weird — toward the opposite end of the Bowl.

There's a sudden look of realization that crosses Doji's face as she turns to mount up that yeah, this might be a little more work than it sounds like. Especially since Raktraeth is now taller than she is. Climbing! There's actual climbing involved in getting on her baby dragon! Raktraeth will try to hunker down as close to the ground as he can to make it a little easier. At least he's good at staying still, unlike some of his siblings. Eventually Doji does manage to get on his back with only a couple near slips. She'll strap herself in once she's up on his neck and then with a smile, pats Raktraeth's neckridge. "Ready when you are, Trae." And apparently, that is now. The bulky brown's going to start with his characteristically slow trundle towards the other side of the bowl, eyes whirling with excitement.

Straps are good! Good! Great! Mount! Wait. « Get on. » K'mine just turns and faces Vedziyath, running his fingers through his hair as he tries to remember everything he's studied but when faced with the real thing, notes aren't worth more than the paper people wipe with. Vedziyath decides she wants to be impatient… or wants to play with the nerves of her weyrling so she rears back, quickly stepping in behind K'mine and lifts him off of the ground from beneath. Arms begin to flail at the sudden loss of balance, green eyes open wide and once she stops moving, he places his hands on her straps and holds himself still for a moment with feet lifted off of the ground. "Alright. Don't do that again. No more surprises." The green is given a scowl for her antics and she just croons all so sweet and loving right back. « Should never keep a lady waiting, Mine. It's rude. » With a grumble, the 'greenrider' readjusts himself on the straps, shaking his head as everything is fastened down and with a frown, he lowers his feet. Now they can rest firmly on the ground. Vedziyath has six legs now and she plans on showing them all off by walking as carefully as she can where instructed. K'mine… will just give in and place them into the toe-loops, keeping his knees in. "This… is so awkward."

"Looking good, A'lira and Doji! How's it feel?" Miel calls out to them, even cupping her hands around her mouth to call after the pair. « A small taste of freedoms to come! » Ivaenth chimes in from her ledge above, fully alert now as she lifts her head up high to keep an eye from above. As for K'mine? She doesn't outright laugh, but it's kind of hard to not at least grin for the image presented. "Try shortening those next time," she suggests, before Vedziyath can move too far away. "Might mean you'll have your knees unusually high," Hello, jockey position? "But it'll just be for a short bit, I'm sure." And since they're all moving away, it'll be Ivaenth who reaches out to them. « Be aware of how tired you're getting. Don't push yourselves! »

A'lira might be laughing at K'mine; he might not be. One will never know, for he's gentleman enough to smother it in one gloved hand, the other grasping at the straps before him to keep his balance as Kyprioth continues to slink along, each foot planted carefully one after the other. Who knew his rider would be heavy. A few steps more, and the dragon simply stops. Strange, strange sensation, there on his neck and shoulders. A'lira looks down, concerned, and begins untangling his long legs from 'round the dragon's neck to hit the sand and frame the dragon's head in his hands. "Kyp, brudda, what's — " The dragon's eyes whirl swiftly, then begin to slow as A'lira offers scritches and reassurance mingled among apologies.

Doji is too distracted with being on HER OWN DRAGON for the first time to have noticed K'mine's awkwardness, so no laughing from her. There's a certain rhythm with the moving as Raktraeth determinedly walks that she's starting to get the hang of when the ruddy brown decides to turn back. « I think just a little more. You are not heavy. » Even though Doji's been putting on muscle because of PT and all that firestone tossing, she still has nowhere near the mass as A'lira.

Shorter? He can do that. Thankfully they're attached to the straps in an adjustable fashion. For now, he'll just sigh heavily, and be mindful of his balance on her. "Am I too heavy for you?" he asks, sliding his hands as far as he can reach across Vedziyath's neck. She stops, turning her head around as much as she can to peer at her rider and then back ahead. She opens one oversized wing at a time in a stretch as she goes, mindful not to get them tangled under her feet. If it's only one at a time, it's not trying to fly, right?! « You're heavy enough to know you're there, Mine. » In other words, carrying around some weight and gradually building it up as helped the green some. She may be small, but she's fierce! Especially when she's constantly picking on him for his speed and method of filling sand bags. It's all part of her plan to get K'mine acclimated enough to work under pressure. Or for entertainment. She confirms nor denies anything. As she picks up the leisure stroll just a little bit, the greenrider's knees do bounce a little and all he can do is put his head down, shaking it. "I think your words were, 'Do as you feel, not as you say,' I know I'm heavy. You're not fooling anyone. Let's circle back." She's not struggling yet, but he already knows she's growing quickly tired from the exercise. He could feel the soreness and fatigue creeping in. It's only a matter of time for the tiny thing.

« Everything alright, Kyprioth? » Ivaenth caught that sudden stop and A'lira's dismount and immediately relayed it to Miel. The question is most likely from the greenrider and less from the green herself. "Good job, you guys!" Miel's just going to call more encouragement from where she stands and makes her little mental notes on their progress. Don't mind her~ Or the chaos erupting to the side of all of them, as one weyrling pair fall to the prey to the temptation of excitement and overeagerness. "Slow down and get back here!" Comes the barked order of one AWLM, promptly ignored by the feisty weyrling dragon, a brown, that is now skip-bounding his chaotic self towards Doji, A'lira and K'mine. COME ON GUYS! HAVE SOME FUN!

That call from the weyrlingmaster catches Doji's attention and so she isn't completely blindsides by the wayward brown. She has just enough time to frantically tap on Raktraeth's neck and the larger brown just braces for the impact. There is a very definite thud as the two collide, side on side. Trae just shakes himself off after, no worse than some of the collisions that happen when he does decide to give in to his siblings demands to play. It's Doji's that's the worst off, wincing and rubbing at her leg that also got caught up in the crash. "I'm fine, Trae. I think."

«Heavy.» Kyprioth nudges his rider, affectionately, before twisting his head up to the ledges where Ivaenth rests. There's pride in that complaint for his rider's size, like the dragon had anything at all to do with the growth of his A'lira. Said worthy simply hugs the dragon's neck and apologizes again, leaning against the dragon's shoulder. And then the crashing about begins, and Kyprioth rears up, wings mantling around his rider as he bugles a protest at his tail being run right over by the feisty brown. «HEY!»

Big thing coming their way? OH HELL NO. Vedziyath pauses in her trek, puffing up as those whirling eyes turn red. It started off as a low deep rumble, ends up as a snarl! « DON'T RUIN THIS FOR US, YOU IDIOT. » When the offending brown crashes into Doji, all K'mine can do is wince at the force of the impact. Poor Kyp's tail! He ain't gonna poop right for a minute. "Doji! Are you alright?!" It probably would've been worse if the brown barreled into his own lifemate, given their size differences. He'll have to talk to her later… With the danger now behind them, Vedziyath admits defeat and chooses a nice spot out of the way for her rider to dismount.

By dismount, I mean just lay down where she's at like nobody's business right beside Miel. K'mine catches the change in elevation in time to slip his toes free from the loops and he just… stands up. No sense in sitting all the way down and then awkwardly climbing back to his feet. He shuffles his boots, simply walking forward and he turns to inspect her. K'mine doesn't bother asking her if she's sore, he can feel it and still, his hands slide across her hide to check for anything she might be hiding from him. So far, there isn't a thing to fret over, but peace of mind is nice to have. "You did really good for your first time carrying me, Ved." « You did very well not falling off of me. You know, you could've did some of the walking from where you were seated. » All said affectionately with touches of vibrant color accentuating the scenery around them. These happy feels are shared with her clutchmates along with the sweet scent of myrtle and rose. See? She's all sweetness!

There's no apologies from the brown, but his rider is doing a good job at it, while trying to rein in his willful lifemate. Too little, too late. Chaos has been wrought, but is brought to as an abrupt stop when the poor lone rebel gets caged in by two fully grown adult dragons… undoubtedly those belonging to the other AWLMs. Ivaenth pushes off from her ledge, to put her bright green form between the trio of weyrlings affected and the wayward brown, in case he hasn't got the hint yet. « Are you three alright? » she asks of them, while Miel's cursing can be overheard. "Oh for fuck sakes… I'll take care of them!" The last be being reassurance to her counterparts, leaving them to deal with the brown while she does damage control. "Doji! Your leg… are you hurt? Just bruised?" She gestures for the weyrling to dismount, which is repeated then for A'lira and… oh, look! K'mine does it with style. He gets a bit of a look for that, but concern outweighs everything else. "Did he tag Vedziyath? A'lira, how's Kyprioth's tail?"

Doji unclips from the straps and gingerly slides back down to the ground, making sure to land on the unaffected leg first. Raktraeth's eyes are whirling with faint signs of his own distress as well as he keeps his eyes firmly on his weyrling. "Nothing's broken. It's going to be a pretty spectacular bruise though." And she was a healer, she should know about spectacular bruising. "Trae's fine as well, just worried about my leg." She's just going to lean against the bulky brown's side.

A'lira is inspecting the bruised limb with deft fingers, all the while muttering reassurances to his growling lifemate. The dragon lowers his nose to touch a dented bit before lifting his head to stare at the offending party, eyes whirling redly before he takes a snip at the air like a crotchety crocodile and allowing his lifemate to soothe his annoyance, though his wings remain mantled for a long moment more. A'lira pushes himself upright and turns himself around to face Miel, one hand on Kyprioth's haunch to keep him still. "He's fine; just bruised." He squints over at Doji and tilts his head. "Need a carry, gal?" His other hand stretches out to cup Kyprioth's muzzle as the brown lowers it to seek his bondmate's caress.

"No, she's fine. He didn't get near her, thankfully." Not with the tiny chihuahua-level fury she was out there with! K'mine kneels down, wrapping his arms around Vedziyath's neck and leaning into her shoulder a bit while she nuzzles him back, messing with his hair. Slowly, those whirling red eyes flash in a gradient of hues before finally settling back to blues and greens. She notices the flicker of images in his mind, a brief 'what if' scenario playing out but she dissolves it within a stream of soft blues, courtesy of her consciousness. K'mine gives her a firm squeeze before settling himself down on the floor in the mean time, peering over to Doji. Vedziyath rises from her spot, padding over towards Raktraeth and she croons, bringing her nose to his. « We need to get the fluffy material and wrap our riders with it so they don't get injured. Help me take apart Dhazkyth's doilies when we get back to our couches? » Kyp is also included if he feels up to it. Destruction of things always makes her feel better!

"Good." Miel looks a touch relieved by Doji's report, though she'll frown as she glances to the weyrling's leg. "I want you to check in with the Healer's regardless, once you have Raktraeth settled. Understood?" Procedures have to be followed here! Even of Doji was an Apprentice once. Ivaenth rumbles low to Kyprioth, in an attempt to offer some comfort or as much as she can. « You'll mend! » There's a nod to K'mine from Miel, when he reports in too and then a heavy, gusty sigh when she does allow herself to relax a little more. "I'm glad you three weren't roughed up any worse. You're dismissed for the night. Go on back and get them settled." They should know the routine by now. "You guys don't need to see the rest of this." But they're probably hear about it later. The other weyrlings are already beginning to file back. All save that one lone brown, now penned between the two larger dragons who glower down at him. At least he has the decency to look a little sullen? His rider looks ready to dig a hole half way to Southern to die in.

A'lira doesn't want to see it. He'll happily turn in. Kyprioth offers a vehement snort, blowing sand against his rider's legs, but will accept Ivaenth's bracing commentary with a soft croon as he begins his journey back to the barracks and away from the cavorter. A'lira throws a casual arm around the dragonet's shoulders, and grins in amusement at the brown's mindscape, now returned to its usual bright and expansive scenes. He's over it; so over it — but wait, was there an offer of destruction? "Nah, brudda, you ain't takin' no damn doilies." Cause the very idea is somehow appalling in the extreme. "I ain't explaining that to R'kyr." Kyprioth is deflated by the firm nope on the doilies. Very secretly, A'lira might agree that it'd be funny, but he's not going to encourage mayhem and shenanigans. The tall youth spares Doji a glance, brows raised to see if she might need a hand.

"No!" That's a very definite response to A'lira's offer. Even if Doji will be limping a bit, she's got some dignity and being carried would offend all of it. She's a big girl and can take care of herself. She does nod in agreement with being told to go to the Healer's. "Yes, ma'am. Come on, Trae." At least the red has disappeared from his eyes, but it's going to be a slow walk back to the barracks to get the brown settled for the night before she then has to make her way back to the infirmary. And then back to the barracks herself. Lots of limping in Doji's future, but she'll manage. As for Vedziyath's suggestion, well that does brighten up Raktraeth's forest a little bit. « I'm pretty sure we can reach some of those doilies from my couch… » Dhazkyth is his neighbor after all. « Want to come join me once we're back? » Cuddles and destruction, sounds like a fun night for weyrling dragons once they forget about the mayhem their peer caused.

Vedziyath is definitely going for the cuddles and destruction! Raktraeth sure knows how to make a lady swoon~ « I would be delighted to. » K'mine just snorts, pushing himself to his feet. Miel is given a salute before he goes and he catches up to Doji's side. He won't offer her a shoulder out loud, but if she's willing, he won't deny her access to his on her own accord. "I'll walk you part way," he murmurs, sparing a glance behind him towards the other brown. It could've been worse, it could've happened while they were in the air. "Still, was… an interesting experience. Riding them. At least you're further off the ground. I could still leave a trail with my toes."

Miel will watch as the trio leaves, giving a return salute to K'mine. "See you all in the morning! We'll pick up on this, before the desert looks to roast us all alive." So cheery, she is! Then she's squaring her shoulders, adopting a grimmer attitude and turning to go deal with that errant weyrling… and no doubt dragging him before Vosji before the night is out.

"You didn't think the people telling you she'd keep you on your toes meant it quite so literally, right?" Doji's going to smile over at K'mine. She may have been mostly occupied with the whole experience of being on Raktraeth, but she caught at least a glimpse of the poor tiny green and her rider. "And she'll grow. At least this way she'll be building up strength for when it is time to actually fly." And by that point, Ved will probably be at least four feet tall and less awkward for K'mine. Maybe even five feet! Walk back to the barracks they do and eventually practicality takes over from pride and she will accept that offered shoulder to lean on.

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