Sirin Class Lessons

[Memorie]

((We are progressing now. Your dragons are two months and two sevendays old. You have already learned Feeding and Care, Bathing a Dragonet, Basic First Aid for Humans and Dragons, and How to Deal with Telepathy. You have recieved your Weyrling Wing assignment, your first rank and cords, learned Basic Wing Formations, and about the Political Makeup of Pern. We are learning, today, about Weyr Etiquette and History.))

M'larain leaned back in his chair in the front of his "classroom." These clutches were getting bigger and bigger, of course, and soon, he and his classes would need to "graduate," so to speak, to a larger weyr for his lessons. The seats were crowded together, four to a table, for the thirty-four weyrlings that were slowly arriving. Their dragons' appetites would have slowed a bit by now, and some of the bigger dragons might even be hunting on their own, so "My Dragon Was Hungry," was no longer an excuse. And M'larain would tell them that as soon as they arrived. Besides, today's lesson was nothing more than a lecture on manners and history anyway, so they'd probably get out early. M'larain was looking forward to a nap next to the river as Helliath bathed in the cool mountain waters. He have to make sure to hurry today, too.

[E]

Amoare sat, her things in front of her on the table she shared with three others in the front of the classroom. She did not take the center of attention, however, sitting off to the left side of the room as she waited for things to begin. Periheth had just fallen asleep, making Amoare's mind clear a little more as she did not have the second mind thinking within it. Unfortunately, it left Amoare to wonder if she'd see the bronze rider later that day?

Putting her elbow on the table then resting her head in her hand, she glanced to the only chair still to her left where the dark man named G'lep sat. She'd tried talking to him several times over the past two months to no avail, the only part of him clear to her being the new white scar on his right arm that contrasted his dark complexion so greatly. Sighing, she looked back to the front where M'larain sat before turning to her right to find another weyrling she had come to know over the past few months...

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H'nen was early and as much as he hated to admit it, he was bored when he got there early. Betheroth was constantly telling him to go a little later so they could play and be on time instead of early. The tall boy was and always had been a back of the classroom type. Eventhough he was one of the first to arrive he sat in the back, with his new found friends... it had been harder to make the adjustment to living at Sodalis mainly because he was not from here. He now understood what Candidates from holds must go through.

Hoping that the lecture would not be long, H'nen took his usual seat in the back right of the classroom... pretty much opposite of where the Gold rider sat. Glancing up at the Weyrling master H'nen wondered what they would be doing today. Betheroth was laying in the sun at the moment and perfectly content to do so.

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Amneris was singing in the barracks, Solo on her shoulder, Tipp and Note were out working, and Fusth was trying with all her might to annoy the brown flit. Eventually it worked when she tried to pick him up by his tail, with her teeth. The nesxt thing Amneris knew, the small brown flit was chasing the green dragon around the barracks.She put her gitar down, watched the pair, Fusth running, Solo flying and it was all she could do not to laugh too loudly.

"Solo, stop chasing her." She said sternly to the firelizard, who answered her with images of the green dragon bothering him and then angrily betweening to her shoulder. "Fusth! Don't bother Solo, he doesn't like it. Your teeth are sharp and hurt him. Do it again and I shall have to ahve someon bite you to show you how it feels."
Shouldn't you be at Weyrling lessons?The green said slyly. As if that were enough of a retort to get ehr off the hook of being in trouble with her rider.
As a matter of fact....Amneris trailed her thought and let it die there. We will discuss this later.
The green preened and feigned indifference. Then she walked out to enjoy the sun as many of the others did.

Amneris still had a chance to be on time to lessons if she ran. Her long legs carried her to the room fast enough but when she arrived her face was flushed and she was out of breath, gasping for air. She took a seat in the third row, in the aisle seat. If she needed or wanted to leave it would be easy to do so. Tucking a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear she concentrated on calming her breathing. Suddeny she was feeling rather sleepy.

[dragonmenta]

Dy'los washed his oily hands from having washed Sewrinath. The large bronze had been hunting for himself of late, but he had a tendency to dirty himself all up in the feeding grounds. You have lessons now. The Bronze reminded him. Oh shards! He frowned, he didn't want to be late, but it didn't sound like they would be doing anything fun today. He was just in time as he dashed into the lecture room.

He sat down and noticed H'nen sharing the table with him. The boy might be a bluerider, but he was close to Dy'los's age and seemed to be the back of the classroom sort of personality like him. "'Ello H'nen." He whispered. He shot a glance, smiling over at some of the Weyrlings he knew best. S'san and G'lep and Amneris etc. He wasn't surpised to see amneris arrive just on time like he had. He had been surpised when she had Impressed, but pleased too.

He had grown up a lot recently, he'd Impressed and turned 14 and become an only child. He looked at the female greenriders in his class differently, a little nervously, now. He knew that Sew would be able to catch them in about a turn. nad it excited him, but made him a bit of a bumbling mess around them as well. He noticed Amoare, the goldrider, towards the front of the class. If only she wasn't with that older rider...

He realized he had started to doze of and snapped his attention back to M'larain. Hopefully this would end quickly, he wanted to go out and have some fun.

[Nragod]

When he had been found at the docks of Inbur Hold, G'lep had no chance to realize how much his life would change with the impression of a bronze beast told in the harpers stories and seen in the twilight sky. All his life he had tried to better himself, bring his life to one above what he had been given at birth with his drudge mother. While he had always struggled for it, he had done so physically, never mentally. He had raised himself to be a sailor, not a rider. So it was a dramatic change to see the 20 turn, hardened man sitting in a classroom and having hides on the table before him.

Lost in his own thoughts, he reached out to Kevth, a trick that had taken him a while to learn but found very reassuring. Unlike many of the other weyrlings, G'lep found himself barely talking to his bronze, just as he barely spoke to the other new riders. Rather, the pair preferred to spend their time in simple silence as they worked and it suited them well as they were often pulled aside in the first few weeks by the healers to check their wounds won on the hatching sands.

Bringing himself back to the present, G'lep looked back up to the man known as M'larain. He had no real feelings toward the man; no distrust, but no trust; no dislike, but no like either. The dark man simply seen the weyrling master as someone who would teach him for a time. Nothing more. That was how G'lep liked it, too. Know a person long enough to better yourself then move on. It was exactly what he planned on doing. The only real person who he had found himself giving an occational rare word was the new green rider, S'san. The boy who had helped him with his letters. He did not know why, but G'lep found himself willing to acknowledge the boy when he rarely did any other.

[Houka Ryuu]

T'riel had been up awhile and was out watching Werunth hunt his food. Not hunt as in outside the weyr but pretend hunt as the animals are all penned inside the feeding ground. He liked to spend time with Werunth even just watching Werunth taking a nap. But today he had a lesson to attend so after making sure that Werunth was happily taking a nap back their weyr, T'riel made his way to where the others had gone for the lesson.

He saw a few others who had already seated themselves. He chose a seat in the exact center of the room. At the moment there where no others sitting at the table. He didn't mind that so much although he would have liked having company. He shrugged and focused his attention to the Weyrlingmaster. It seemed that he had gotten just in time for the Weyrlingmaster hasn't started yet.

[Memorie]

M'larain's eyebrow went up farther and farther with each new late entry. When everyone had been seated, he stood. "If you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late. And if you are late, there is no point in coming. You would all do well to remember that, with exception of our gold rider." He smiled grimly at her. "It would appear that she well deserved her dragon. And 'my dragon was hungry' is no longer an accepted excuse. Your dragons should be feeding themselves, and if not, it's time for them to start.

"Now, today, we're going to have a short talk about Weyr Etiquette and History. And when I say short, I mean very short. We all have things to do, and besides your issues with punctuality, you are all good riders with decent manners."

M'larain nodded, and took a seat on the ede of his desk. Are you almost done?

We haven't even started. Relax. Out loud, he started the lesson. "So. Who knows which Weyr of the two in the South was populated first? And why?"

[dragonmenta]

Dy'los looked down. He had been about on time...and he had been bathing his dragon because Sew had been feeding, maybe that was an excuse. But, he wasn't about to test in then. His eyes flicked to the front of the class. He wrinkled his nose. Even though she was a Goldrider and kinda cute, Amoare seemed like a bit of a goody goody. Well, myabe she had to be better than the rest of them because she was a Jr.Wueen rider and more was expected of her. Oh well, he was already passed that.

Dy'los grinned. He had hoped it would be short. He looked around at everyone else when M'larain asked the question, it wasn't as if he was going to asnwer. He knew the first Weyr was Latoe,...but he didn't know the specifics. He knew more about Sodalis from teachings at the creche in his youth.

Sew, d'you know.What do you think?No then.Yup.So you do?No I don't.So you don't know...Right.Ok. He grinned. It wasn't a rare occurence for their conversatiosn to go like that. Dy'los avoided giggling, not wanting to draw M'larain's attnetion to him. He waited for someone else to answer. He jus twanted to get out of there.

[Houka Ryuu]

'Hmm.. Weyr Etiquette and History eh?' T'riel thought to himself. He's pretty sure that he is knowledgeable about the History being a person who just loved to read all the records he could get his hands at.

Then the question that he had been waiting for, "So. Who knows which Weyr of the two in the South was populated first? And why?" M'larain had asked.

He thought about the question and pondered how to answer it.
[glow=brown,3,300]You must know about this, Mine.[/glow] Werunth interupted T'riel's thought.

Of course I do. I'm just thinking on how best to answer without showing off. T'riel replied throught their mind link. After two months, he felt that this way of communication felt more naturally to him. Anyways, weren't you supposed to be taking a nap? he asked Werunth.
[glow=brown,3,300]I was but you were thinking about the answer to loud that I woke up wanting to know what the answer was.[/glow] Werunth replied. Oh, sorry about that Love. I'll try to think quietly next time. T'riel answered back. If you're up, you can listen in on the discussion through our link if you want or you can go back to sleep. It's up to you, Love. T'riel added. [glow=brown,3,300]I'll just listen in for a while then I'll go back to sleep.[/glow] Werunth replied. Okay, Love.T'riel replied as he once more pondered on how to answer without sounding a bit boastful of his knowledge. After all, he didn't want to make the others think he thought better of himself just because he knew the answer to the question.

Anyways, he knew that it was Lateo Weyr that was the first of the New Weyrs to be populated of which it's presence was hidden from the other weyrs in the Northern Continent. And Lateo was founded 270 Turns into the second Long Interval. This was done because of the the disfavor, the starvation, and the deaths that occured after the Long Interval of which the commoners had judiciously believed that Thread will never come and had made the dragonriders' and weyr folks' lives a living hell. Fed up with the Northerners' ill treatment of the remaining folk of the Weyrs, it was decided that they should live in the south taking with them those loyal to the dragon weyrs and cut all ties from the North until such time that they were once more needed.

So after thinking about it, he simply said, "Lateo was the first to be founded here in the South after the second Long Interval because we had fallen into disfavor, experienced starvation to the point of death therfore the Queens could not Rise to mate, and because of the wasting sickness that struck the weyrs at that time."

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((errgh took me too long to reply so sorry about this Houka ))


She frowned....No matter what she did she was always late. Why even bother then? She might as well just not come. Who would care anyway? Neris who was seldom a negative thinker was not in a good mood today. The the Weyrlingmaster asked them a question. She knew the answer well enough. She knew which Weyr was populated first on both continents it was her Harper training. Of course that didn't mean she would answer the question. Answer...or I'll stomp your gitar to bits.Fusth said in a snappy tone.

Amneris raised her hand slightly before answering. "To be more specific... Lateo was the first of the New Weyrs...the hidden Weyrs. She was founded 270 turns into the 2nd Long Interval. Before the Southern weyrs were founded, in the North, the Weyrs numbers had decreased considerably. Dragonriders fell into disfavor. The Holds revolted.. Thread had been too long forgotten, and the riders were too few. Then one day the Dragonriders were gone no trace or remnant remained except for the abandoned Northern Weyrs. The Dragonriders had gone to Lateo. "

She hoped the answer was adequate as amneris had left out some detail. It wasn't as if this was a Harper lesson where the exact history was needed in timeline form. She could do that too, but for the sake of the others int he room she had made the answer as brief as possible.

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H'nen, wished he was not so tired even when the blonde girl answered the question he remained rather bored. Thank Faranth the lesson was to be short. History was not H'nen's strong point though it seemed to him Amneris knew enough history for the lot of them. Perhaps he should pay closer attention, no doubt her answer was easier to comprehend then anything found on a hide. Betheroth remarked cooly,You need to know these things if you are to travel around Pern with me. Places and times are very important. By that he meant the lesson was important was was the question. H'nen knew it but he had a hard time staying awake. After yawning for what felt like the millionth time he replied to his dragon Do you even know what she said?
Something about Lateo being founded 270 turns into the second long interval. In the north holders had revolted because of thread and so the dragonriders, since they had few in number, vanished fromt he north to come and populate the south.
Smart ass

[E]

Amoare sat with one elbow on the table holding up her head as she listened to the other weyrlings answer the question. She knew Lateo was first, but she hadn?t thought the reason was because the Dragonmen moved south, or even because they fell into disfavor. If anything, Amoare had thought it was simply because that location was found first. Not only that, but it was a logical location with its fertile soil.

"I'd like to add, if its okay, that Lateo's location also gave it a good advantage in crop production. It had richer soil, was easier to reach, and close to the sea for transportation for those without dragons. If anything, the Dragonmen that lead us here probably seen Lateo as the best place to start out a new life. Cutting off ties with the North, after all, meant we had to do everything for ourselves, most of all supply food for not only the Weyr, but those holderfolk that loyally came with us... At least that is what I believe...?

After her answer, Amoare found her face reddening. She hadn't been planning on answering, not one for attention, she found herself with far too much of it simply because of the color of Periheth?s hide. The least she could do was not draw it to herself in the classroom as well. Pulling her elbow off the table she put both hands back into her lap and looked down, silently willing the class to end.

But you like class.
I know...
Then why would you want it to end?
Because...
I don't understand you.

[Memorie]

M'larain clapped his hands together. "Yes, all good, correct answers. Some more correct than others," he said, without naming people. "More than what I expect from such a young class. Good work." He smiled, and nodded briskly. "Okay,' he started, trying to hurry along. "Who can tell me about Sodalis's history? Why were we founded? Who did the founding? Hurry, and we can all get out of here!"


((Sorry so short, but he said all he needed to say, and this thread is buggin' me. *winks*))

[dragonmenta]

Dy'los grinned, he knew this one, he spoke up, "Sir, Sodalis Weyr was founded in 2329 because Lateo's population had outgrown its Weyr. The first Weyrleaders were Lyrende and N'man." He looked at the Weyrlinmaster, hoping he hadn't made any mistake with the date.

He was with the Weyrlingmaster, the sooner they had covered this boring stuff and got out of here, the better.

((same )

[Memorie]

M'larain smiled at the lad. "Yes, Dy'los, that's exactly correct. Terrific, now you know your Weyr History. Moving on." The man smiled, thinking of the nap he could soon take. "Okay. Now we're going to talk about Weyr Etiqutte. This is going to be a lot of me telling you things. No questions. Then we can go."

He sat fully on the desktop now, making himself comfortable. "As a weyrling, it is innapropriate to refer or address the Weyrwomen or Weyrleader by only their names. More appropriate is to call them by title only, or title before name. Also, the Weyrleaders always precede the rest of the Weyrfolk for food at dinner, or anything, really. If you're not sure what a person's rank is, refer to them as a rank above what you think they probably are. They'll correct you, and no embarrasment is had. It's a safe-all. Any questions? You're all great kids, you know how to act around yuor elders."

[hrsegrl245]

H'nen having grown up within thw Weyr found this lesson to be a bit redundant and boring. He yawned quietly, looking off into space. Betheroth was soooo lucky. He missed out on all the broing lessons. At least later he could do something fun. Not that he had anyone to go do fun things with. In fact he felt somwhat lonely here. If only he had impressed at Lateo then all his friends would be with him and his sister. He contemplated sending Daze to his sister yesterday.

Could this lesson be more boring? If anyone had questions he would gladly have Betheroth flame them if not now, when he was older. Looking over the rest of the class he realized most of them were probably just as anxious to get out as he was. He just hoped they would all keep quiet so that this could be over with quickly.

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Amneris let a mischievious grin ceross her face. "What happens if you use the wrong rank for someone inentionally?" She knew that it would be very rude and she was only asking thew question to see what sort of punishments would be given out to those who did so. She planned on trying it if the punishments were not too severe. Not on the Weyrleaders but if someone were to really annoy her or piss her off....she wasn't above retaliation.

Solo found the very thought upsetting and was already biting her to get such thoughts out of her mind. Fusth was also perturbed by her riders constant need to be different than the others. When Amneris was a child she sang all the time, her siblings did not, when she was a harper she skipped lessons where everyone else was happy to learn what they could, as a Candidate she convinced herself she would never impress a dragon and once she impressed a dragon she decided she had gotten exactly the kind of responsibility the others wanted adn she despised. Fusth was certain her rider was simply being stubborn. Amneris was convinced that she was not cut out to flame thread.