==== November 14th, 2013
==== T'ral, Esanth NPC Weyrlings and Trainers
==== Weyrlings are quizzed on formations as they PT.

Who T'ral, Esanth NPC Weyrlings and Trainers
What Weyrlings are quizzed on formations as they PT.
When Late afternoon
Where Southern Weyr

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Upper Bowl
The graceful sweep of spacious bowl lies scoured clean by an easterly breeze. Detritus is whisked neat to the eastern steppe of the bowl that lies several feet lower than the western plateau. White walls contrast the rough granite of the rivercliffs: the giant maw of the Hatching Cavern lies in the thickest part of the western wall, sheltering the training grounds and weyrling barracks lying nor'west. Directly north lies the leadership courtyard, heavily humid and subtly scented by intrigue.
It is the thirty-ninth day of Autumn and 84 degrees. Partly cloudy, the storm seems to have almost pass, occasional short falls of rain painting the ground.


T'ral and Esanth are doing squat. D'tri is clearly having an affect. Trying again…

T'ral and Esanth are doing squats. Well, lunges for T'ral, a sack of stones across his shoulders. A weird hopping sequence for Esanth, standing launch practice, timed with T'ral's lunges. By design the two are posted nearest the infirmary, just in case. A weyrlingmaster is pacing deliberately back and forth in front of the pod of four weyrlings to which T'ral and Esanth are assigned. He is barking questions about formations at intervals that the row of weyrlings have to answer as they keep lunges going.

WEYRLINGMASTER: (pacing deliberately) Too slow! Surla, run the bowl! D'en! Maybe you can tell me - what are the disadvantages of the line formation?

D'en is struggling with his sack, having landed poorly on his last lunge.

D'EN: (huffing) They are, ungh, visibility, unfph—

WEYRLINGMASTER: That is not how you answer a question, D'en, run the bowl! T'ral!

T'ral is sweating buckets, not sure how many more lunges he can do, so he's glad to get called out before falling over. And puking. Again. But this formation… so many disadvantages.

T'RAL: (grunting) Sir, the disadvantages, hfff, of the line formation, hgnhh, are as follows, hgnnhh. Small coverage area, gghhh, Rear dragons under- fffhhhng, -utilized, requiring more, hggghhh, rider pairs… hhhghh

Cords on T'ral's neck stand out as his knee touches the ground and he strains to come back up…

WEYRLINGMASTER: (barking) Too slow! Bowl!

T'ral's slings his pack onto the ground, muttering, shoulders heaving, teeth aching from air drawn past them over and over.

WEYRLINGMASTER: (rounding on T'ral) What was that, weyrling?!

T'ral stands, folding arms behind his head, trying to recover his breath, back arched. He comes to something resembling attention.

T'RAL: (panting) Variables in wind and, pant, Fall make it a bad, pant, choice—

WEYRLINGMASTER: (glowering) Shut up. Run.

The weyrlingmaster watches T'ral shuffle away for a few long moments before turning his attention back to the last remaining pair in his pod. Poor bastards. Esanth follows T'ral as they make a slow crawl around the bowl, T'ral barely able to put one foot in front of another, Esanth following in awkward two-legged hops. T'ral is still muttering quietly to himself.

T'RAL: (panting) …even in rough terrain, pant, or near, pant the ground.

T'ral puts his head down and continues, wearily. Suck it.

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