Shearing Weyrlings: All Classes

[Dizzy]

Kathrein stood back, counting heads as the classes lined up in the commons area. She grinned admitting to herself that she had let them go too long, they were looking a bit shaggy.

"Oesella, ladies. You know how I like it. Cut'em close, leave the ears." The lady brownrider took that opportunity to look over the girls too, a few hadn't been taking care of their hair like they should. She pulled two out, one hand reaching for a braid and smelling. "It stinks, like rancid sweet oil. Resse, cut it short. Same for the other one." The look on the woman was one of repulsion. "I'll take care of it Kathrein."

[andromeda]

((I'll just pretend it's still long for R'sayu))

R'sayu stood tall and straight, expecting the worst but still hoping for the best.

"Oesella, ladies. You know how I like it. Cut'em close, leave the ears." The Weyrlingmasters voice rung through his ears, a grateful sigh brushing his lips when he realized they were not going to be yelled at. In fact, this was an excellent thing, it meant much less time bathing himself and more time to care for his Dragonet. With a small smile at that fact, R'sayu awaited his turn to lose his light locks.

[Dizzy]

"How did F'ren miss you, R'sayu? That long light hair." Kathrein chuckled to herself as it came the young brownrider's turn.

"Well set down lad. We'll make a good looking rider of you yet." Oesella laughed lightly and pushed him down toward the chair. "Kathrein... will you send one of the weyrlings to have that extra set of shears sharpened. All this hair is bogging them down an dulling them. Next time don't wait so long." The tall woman's fingers combed through the lad's hair, taking it down from its tie.

[andromeda]

R'sayu felt vulnerable and a bit in danger sitting, with shears above his head, but he said nothing save a mumbled greeting so far. He clutched his chairs seat rigidly, not sure if he could talk or not. He decided to risk it, mostly because he liked this woman so far, and couldn't stand not talking; the suspense of the scene surprised him. It was only hair, after all. So, quickly he composed a few words before saying them. He didn't want to offend someone who would have shears above his head.
"So, how have things been going cutting so much hair off?" R'sayu laughingly said, his eye's twinkling merrily. "I'd be bored pretty quickly."

[Dizzy]

"It's better than doing the wash." Oesella let some of his long locks slid through her fingers, holding them tightly she snipped. "It does get boring though. Between today and tomorrow we have all the males of Lateo to trim." She shook her head, it was like this every month. Some of the riders with women, mothers, wives or sisters had their hair trimmed sooner, but for the most part the men waited till it was time for Kathrein's Weyrlings to get a trim. "I didn't get to watch the Hatching. Which order was your brown?"

Kathrein looked around at the already sheared weyrlings. "J'sol... you heard Oesella. Take the shears and get them sharpened... don't dally."

[Memorie]

M'laka sat quietly, waiting for his turn. It was just hair, and in a couple turns, he could grow it his ass, if he liked. And this brownrider? She didn't mean dirt to him. Just another teacher.

He was in a bad mood.

What's wrong? His brown was awake now, alert at his rider's displeasure.

It makes me mad that my hair is already decently short, and I have to have it cut anyway, he replied. His hair only hung a couple inches from his head.

Don't worry. It'll be over soon enough. And maybe you'll be cooler with it shorter! His words made M'laka smile. Oh, how he loved his sturdy, sees-the-Ending-Edge-to-every-Fall dragon.

[dragonmenta]

Or'in had his arm around Verity's shoulders and only removed it once Kathrein had finished speaking. Her dark hair was short enough for a girl already. Shoulder length with a dark and healthy shine. His was begining to form a mop, running over the ends of his ears, but on the whole it wasn't aslong as many of the other boys. He wouldn't mind having it cut. He would look like a rider then. a bit of a rite of passage.

"See ya in a minute." He said as she was ushered off to be with the other girls, "I jusat hope they don't take off your ears," Verity grinned back.

So whats getting a haircut like? Umm...i don't know. yuor hair doesn't feel anything so it doesn't hurt. So why doesn't everyone just cho it off.Because they like the way they look with the length of hair they have.I don't think the length of your hair makes you look any different. Keth replied, a little confused about this whole ahricut buisness. Stop worrying about it, after this we can go out with Ourith and Hers and you can go get some nice wherrie. Alright then. The smallish Brown replied plesantly.

Or'in waited patiently for his turn. He noticed one of the younger weyrlings waiting simialrily. It was a boy he knew from being a candidate too and now a fellowe Brownrider. "Hey, M'laka. I never got to congratulate you on your Impressing. How are you liking Weyrling life so far?"

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Zylaera scowled at the mention of having to cut off her hair. Her strawberry blonde locks were in her opinion, her greatest feature-not that she was lacking in great features. Well, if it had to do with how well cared for her hair was, she was in problem. It shimmered in the sun and had been wound up tight i na bun at the nape of her neck. She sighed and untied the leather thong letting it cascade down to the middle of her back in gentle waves. She wouldn't horribly mind a trim but they had better not give her the complete chop.

Fall Cari, this is horrible, She said to her green, knowing Carseith, being just as vain as she, would understand. To even think of cutting of all your pretty hair...well its not my hide but- Your hide! My hair sines twice that. She answered, annoyed. Sometiems they fought about petty things liek that. She decided not to make it a big deal. But thanks for the compliment anyways. Your welcome. The green replied as if she had just done her rider a big favor.

Zylaera walked over to her fellow girls, noting with satisfaction how nice her hair looked compaired to theirs. "Hey Verity." She agknowledged to older girl. "'llo Zylaera," Verity replied. And after that they stood in silence, waiting for their turn.

[Dizzy]

"Next?" Resse called out. She had finished bobbing both of the girls' hair that Lady Kathrein had pointed out. The lower caverns woman had done her best to try to make the cut look more becoming on them.

"Keep it moving riders." Kathrein looked up from where she had been answering a question, only to see the line beginning to back up.

[didster7]

Chani stood in line waiting patiently. She had already prepared herself for a haircut. There were still two weyrlings in front of her so she used the time to unplait her hair and let the wavy tresses tumble around her shoulders. Her hair reached mid-back. Then it was her turn and as she sat in the chair she gave a small sigh of resignation. Everyone had really liked her long hair, and she had liked tossing it around in a flirtatious manner. [b]"Why must you have your hair cut off if you like it long?[/b] Versoth wanted to know. I think it has something to do with the helmet I will one day wear when we can fly. Chani told her.

Kathrein watched the process with humor. It was amazing how attached some of the Weyrlings were to their hair. She ran her fingers through her close cropped hair as she watched the expressions on their faces. Some of them seemed resigned, some angry, and some truly didn't seem to care at all.

[dragonshadow58]

Yuri had let her hair down before entering the room, sticking the hair stick she always use to keep it up in her shirt between her breasts. She wouldn’t have to use that stick for a wile but she was smiling anyway as she took her place in the back of the line of girls. She was eager if anything to chop all her hair off. It was beautiful, rivaling some of the girls as it fell in gold shimmers over her back, but it was also her mother favorer part of her and it tended to get in the way.

but I thought human hair just grew back? Why cut it off at all? Yuri’s lips turned up in a sort of half smile, as she answered the brown, because it will continue to grow until it gets in the way more then it already dose now. but I thought that was why you kept it up? So it wouldn’t get in the way? yes but this is easier and if you like it, it will grow back… in time. the brown pulsed over this for a moment as Yuri looked some of the other girls over, she had expected a few of them to through a fit but the anger in some of there eyes was reminiscent to some of the felines she had hunted before North had chosen her from the sands.

((Just a question but… dose Corra have to be hear too? I know she is a Weyrling but I’m not sure if she would be excused from this.))

[namelesslilly]

T’mor stood patently in line passive as ever wile T’mar fretted next to him holding his hair almost defensively, standing on tip toes to try and see over the boys much taller then him before ducking back down every time the Weyrlying Master or one of the other women with those shears looked his way. “This is Sharding horrible!” the brown rider said for the hundredth time as T’mor shook his head silently. He didn’t see what the big deal was, it was a sign that they where becoming riders, and it was just hair after all, but T’mar continued to fret.

“I like my hair, its fine just the way it is… I wanted to grow it out… I’ve seen some of the other riders grow theirs out, I know one… one what is he… a brown… no a bronze rider, he has a ponytail longer then some of these women…” T’mor rolled his eyes finally elbowing his friend in the ribs and holding a finger to his lips. T’mar blinked at him, “what? Just because you like short hair…” but there hair was the same length and the same cut now just as it would be once they got to their turn and T’mar shut up… only T’mor could make him do that and a few of the boys around him finally sighed in the relief of the silence.

[gloria]

A'bryn stood awaiting his turn, when hearing the ear threat. He grabbed them momentarily, as if to get a feel of them one last time, he didn't care what happened to his hair, as long as it wasn't a horrible cut. he hoped they didn't hink he wasn't taking care of himself, after all he was an extremely well kempt man, being filthy and not doing anything about it bothered him to no end.

[glow=blue,2,300]*What are they shearing off?*[/glow]*My hair, love.*
[glow=blue,2,300]*Your hair is that like my hide? That would hurt![/glow] *No, Duroth, never mind, I don't even feel my hair.*
[glow=blue,2,300]*Oh...* his voice was still full of curiousity, and it was obvious that he still didn't quite understand.[/glow] *You'll see later...*

[andromeda]

R'sayu watched the other Weyrlings with interest and curiousity, still paying attention to the lady cutting his hair. The one, he thought with humor, holding the shears. He didn't know why that thought kept coming up, but it did.

"My Arcusith was the second to Hatch, ma'am." R'sayu gushed, grinning. "He will be beautiful, I'm sure. He'll be so strong and we can fight...fight Thread and whatever. And help the Weyrleaders however possible!" He didn't like touching the subject of thread, but it just slipped out in his happiness. Hastily, he focused the conversation on Oesella.
"What about you? Did you ever try to Impress?"

[Dizzy]

"I'm sure he will be." She gave a gring and let more hair drop to the floor. "Nope, I never stood. I was born in the Weyr but never wanted to stand. My children are enough." Oesella ran her fingers through the boys locks, before trying to even out part of the top.

[andromeda]

R'sayu felt very relaxed now, Oesella's fingers worked wonderfully againist heis scalp, and he dhadn't gotten a chance to really clean his hair in a while now. His eyelids fluttered, but his mind remained fairly alert. "Children, eh? How many do you have?" He asked in a slow voice, not wanting to make it seem like he disliked or liked children. He didn't want to be known as a man who would desert a pregnant lover, not that that would be a issue as a Weyrling, or as a man who would love to help in the nurseries as a chore.