Duro Wing Drills

[Memorie]

O'myron sighed. He thought he had made it perfectly clear that drills were to begin on time as the sun hit mid sky. So far, only a few riders had shown- and himself and his wingseconds were included.

Oh well, he thought. There'll be Fall to pay if no one shows.

P'resh came up behind him. "Good day, Wingleader," he said in his usual peremptory manner. O'myron rolled his eyes and turned to the younger rider. Privately, O'myron thought that the young bronze rider was far to self assured, but he'd not tell P'resh that. O'myron was sure he already knew it.

The quiet countenance of S'mon, a brown rider, appeared. A grin played about his face at the scene exchanged between O'myron and P'resh before him. Everyone knew of P'resh's not-so-secret amibition to be a Wingleader, and someday perhaps the Weyrleader. Quietly, S'mon held the position hat no self respecting gold rider would trifle herself with P'resh's brashness and egotism. S'mon stood by himself, waiting to greet the late arrivals.

O'myron waved S'mon and P'resh nearer to him. "You both know that today, we are having wing drills," he said, somewhat redundantly. He had been more tired than usual as of late, and the signs of age were appearing more and more, he knew. "So, here's the plan. We have had some of the sweepriders retreive vines from the forest, and we intend to use that in the stead if true Thread. We'll have older, more experienced riders swooping on the 'Thread' first, to demonstrate to the newer riders. Then, it will become the younger riders' turns, and the older riders shall throw down vines." He nodded in a "topic closed" fashion, and turned away. P'resh scowled, and S'mon held a carefully expressionless face.

Knowing that the younger man was seething, S'mon was careful not to say anything to P'resh, but just turned to the late arrivals and the riders who had been there for sometime. If O'myron wanted to wait to start drills until everyone was there...well, he was the Wingleader, and so be it.

[cerinthe]

L'tyn made his way along the beach slowly. He knew he should pick up his pace, but L'tyn wanted to show O'myron that he couldn't boss him around even though he was L'tyn's Wingleader.

He finally reached O'myron, P'resh and S'mon. "Greetings Wingleader." L'tyn face had turned to stone know, he was all business and ready for work. "Anything interesting planned for drills today? Well whatever's planned Grenth and I are well rested and prepared for your worst." He smirked at that last bit, though the smirk disappeared just as fast as it had appeared.

L'tyn reached in his mind for Grenth, to make sure the dragon was coming, and soon enough his blue flew into sight and alighted on the beach not far from L'tyn and the others. Yawning the blue looked around and laid down since it seemed that drills wouldn't be starting soon, and he had been woken up from his mid-morning nap. L'tyn could hear his dragon grumbling about being woken up, L'tyn grinned at his blue then returned his attention to O'myron to see if he was going to say anything. The grin had faded from his face leaveing it rock-hard and blank looking.

[dragonmenta]

Salenis walked slowly along the side of the river, she would be late, but she didn't really care to much about that. She finally made it to the wing and gave a curt nod to her Wingmates, well most of them at least. She flashed sweet smiles to those she found attractive...male or female. She had to stifle a great young and struggled to keep her eyes open. She had had a fun night last night. You should get more sleep. You should stop worryng so much.With drills the next day, you spend the whole night with some manHe's not just some man, he was gorgeous and a Bronze rider. Kijath snorted in reply.

Salenis lined up beside her Green, waiting for the drills to begin.

[Dizzy]

J'yse leaned against Fero's forepaw and looked out over the river. 'Well, if I had known it was in vogue to be late...' We would have made an entrance? Xactly The young green rider pulled his flask from his boot and took a long pull... his eyes were taken from the river by his wingmate Salenis as she approached. Trouble... I know...

[Ceyra]

Jakyrth wheeled gracefully down from their shared weyr, high up on the cliff face. His sky blue body was a bit darker than the clouds that ran the skies above him, yet he was still hard to see unless one facused right on him and saw the faint bands of the riding straps that laced his chest, holding on his beloved rider. The blue backwinged carefully, and dropped onto the Bowl floor beside the others in his wing. He rumbled a greeting to his wingmates, as he extended his leg for G'gor to dismount.

G'gor had shaded his eyes, to see how the others were assembled, as Jakyrth had spiraled in on the warm thermal above the Bowl. When he landed, he gave his good blue a hearty pat, and unstraped himself, sliding down the long leg to the solid ground. He loved flying with Jakyrth, but he was always happy to return to mother Pern. He strode over to the Wingleader and other riders that had shown, and was a bit surprised more of the wing was not here. He took off his riding helmet, and shook out slightly damp blonde hair, running fingers through it to get it back off his forehead.

"Where is everyone?" he asked in general, though the question was mostly directed at O'myron, the Wingleader.

[Memorie]

O'myron turned at the sound of a voice using his rank. Holding down a bit of a temper flare at the impertinance of L'tyn, he replied, "You'll find out with everyone else when the rest of the wing arrives." And, having said such, he returned his eyes to the sky.

Don't let the mouthy bags-of-bones get to you, O'mee, Ninienth chimed in, rumbling reassurance from a dragon length and using one of the many nicknames for O'myron that he had.

I know, Nin...my nerves are shot. I'm sorry for upsetting you, he replied to his bronze glory. The dragon rumbled again, softly sending his love and reassurance. Ninienth always managed to make O'myron feel better.

As the green rider and another blue wheeled in, O'myron allowed a grin to spread on his lips. J'yse always made drills a bit more bearable. The green rider reminded O'myron a little of a younger version of himself. As the man drew a sip from his flask, O'myron frowned.

"Put that away, J'yse. We need strong, sober riders for drills," he said, smiling to ease the rebuff. Salenis arrived as well, and she had the dreamy, far off look in her eyes of someone bespeaking a dragon. O'myron didn't say anything, just lifted a hand in recognizing hello.

Jakyth and G'gor arrived, and G'gor wanted to know where everyone was. At his dryest, O'myron frowned and said, "Probably in their charring weyrs."

P'resh began to walk around. This was taking too long, far too long.
You'll be fine, Kaunth told the wingsecond.

Bah! I know, he replied. But I wanted to go out flying today.

Recent activities had put a bit of a cut into P'resh's flying around time. All these flaming drills hadn't helped, and now, he had some crazy, "love" stricken girl following him around, which had also dampened his mood considerably more than usual. He frowned. Maybe public humiliation was the way to deal with the girl, who was one of the older candidates of for the upcoming clutch. He continued his pacing.

S'mon, who had noticed both O'myron's odd mood, and P'resh's bad one, had wisely stayed quiet, answering no one's questions, nor commenting on O'myron's last comment. All he wanted was for the drill to start. Beginning to get a bit impatient himself, he called out for his dragon. Leviath answered, and a wave of calm washed over him.

Stop being so impatient. Take this time to relax, the brown replied.

S'mon chuckled. Thanks, Levi.

[cerinthe]

L'tyn sniffed at O'myron. He didn't like O'myron's secrecy. What, do you think he's going to gve us a hard drill? You know what ever it is that we are ready for it. Now stop talking to them and come sratch my neck ridges, they itch.

L'tyn snorted at his dragon, but he complied to Grenth's order/wishes and walked over and scratched his blue ridges. Grenth sighed, and L'tyn allowed a small smile to show on his face. His dragon was the only thing who was important to L'tyn.

He noticed some of his other fellow Wingriders making there way into the Bowl, but it seemed that it would be a while more before everyone was there.

[Ceyra]

G'gor blinked in surprise at the Wingleader's terse reply to his simple question. What in the name of little dragon shells had bitten him? He decided that discretion was the better of valor for the moment and backed off, to where Jakyrth stood waiting patiently. He reached up and scratched absently at an itchy spot on the blue's left foreleg just above his knee. Jakyrth's eyes closed in pleasure, both at the itch being relieved and at his rider's touch.

O'myron seems edgy today the blue proferred quietly, as he moved his leg a bit to get another spot itched. G'gor noted the itchiness, and resolved to oil Jakyth's hide tonight. It felt a little patchy, but not bad yet. It would easily wait. yes he does, doesn't he. Wonder wha's bothering him He answered the blue. He nodded in greeting to the other riders that were slowly showing up.

[Memorie]

O'myron's eyebrows went up in inidfference of the man's sniff. He knew that L'tyn didn't like him, but furthermore, he didn't care. He wasn't here to be friend with these men, he was here to train them for contingency of Thread. And by the Egg of Faranth, if it didn't please the wingriders, then scorch them all.

Makes me no difference, Ninienth, he told his dragon, attempting to make a bit of conversation with of the few beings he liked. Ninienth just snorted.

~~~

I'm going into the river for a swim, P'resh, Kaunth told his rider. Simply nodding, P'resh rocked back on his heels to give the balls of his feet a rest from all the standing he had been doing. It would have been completely inappropriate for a man of stature such as himself to sit down, so he beared the pain accordingly.

"P'resh, get Kaunth out of the water. A wet dragon's no good between," yell O'myron. P'resh rolled his eyes.

Stink eye over there says to get out of the water, Kaunth. the rider told his bronze.

I know. Ninienth just told me to get out. I don't care much for these two, you know, Kaunth added. P'resh nodded; they usually agreed on these matters.

((I'm gonna wait another day for anyone else to join in, and if they don't, Friday will be the day the char actually begin drills.))

[Memorie]

((GAH! Sorry I'm so late again...babysat all weekend at another house...it sucked. I'm back, no worries.))

Gradually, over a half hour, the rest of the wing struggled in, often in pairs or triples. Once everyone was assembled where O'myron was standing, he raised his hands in the air to stop the talking. When silence prevailed, he spoke.

"Since most of yoiu decided ot be so late today, we're gonna start out the drills with a big nice warm up for the riders. Let's do some jumpers, now. Spread your legs and clap your hands above your head and jump while you do it," he said, attempting to describe the result he wished. He was surely not going to warm up. He hadn't been late.

"The only people who should not be performing this excersize are the people who were on time. All you straglers, start moving. Now." He gestured to P'resh, S'mon and the other three that had been somewhat on time.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to. We'll call it a reward for punctual behavior." While O'myron spoke these words, he called out in his mind for his dragon.

Everything will be fine, Omee, his dragon reassured him. It's not that they disrespect you, or at least, not all of them. O'myron grinned in solace.

"Hurry up, riders! We have drills to accomplish!" he yelled aloud.