Lissi Meets S'rorn

Western Weyr - Weyrling Training Field
Near the tall black eastern wall of the crater is a cleared field. The earth there has been churned many times over by the landings and take offs of young dragons and only a few patches of grass cling to life in this active area. Wooden props and markers used to assist the weyrlings as they learn the precise manuvers required for the rescue and protection work that Western Weyr is famous for, litter the training field. Close to the rimwall, in the east where the sun is usually shaded is a large wooden slat barracks for the weyrlings to live in. Tropical trees and shrubs have been allowed to grow here, perfuming the air with a floral scent.
Electric lights light the entrances as those on night duty come out to take over, moving quietly in the night so as not to disturb those sleeping about the Weyr.

The days grow longer over the spring months, the air seeming more fresh and warm than it did over the winter. It's a nice day outside and Lissi seems to be taking advantage of the weather, standing out on the fields with Damasth near by. She's staring toward a tall wall and tapping her chin, deep in thought, the green crooning a little toward it, the pair no doubt silently conversing. To the far right bag upon bag of sand. Odd.//

Bag upon bag? That can't be good, S'rorn already anticipates the need to do some work or moving of things and that's no problem to /himself/ at all. It's just a wee bit of chores or training of some kind, and that not good definitely comes to mind to one brown hatchling. "Nyzieroth, c'mon. Outside. Today. This instant. This hour. This minute. Now." The weyrling grumbles and lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping at his sides while he glances up at the sky. "Faranth, help me." S'rorn rubs the top of his head, ruffling the once neat blond strands into some fitful mess before he clenches his fists and wanders back into the barracks. Soon enough, the small brown hatchling is shoved out the door into the daylight.

Lissi looks and Damasth's head turns toward the brownies, a whuffle of greeting for the gentlemen as well as a wave from the Weyrlingmaster. "Good afternoon," she says to them. "How ya findin things sa far? Settlin in?" she inquires. "And Faranth won't help ya," she says with a grin. "Ya gotta lot ta learn in a short amount of time, we gotta get good and started in the next couple of days."

After much pushing and shoving, Nyzieroth comes across a promising napping spot and he lets his body fall down to the group with a wumph. S'rorn pants in place, his arms drop to his sides and he takes in a deep breath before peering back at Lissi and nodding silently. His hands move to his hips and he slowly begins to move in a circle around his lifemate before stopping at his muzzle. "We're settling in nicely, just trying to get used to the swing of things." As they should be. "You hear that, Nyz? We're going to begin training soon, that means you and I are going to be busy." The brown rises his head and lets out a snort. Good luck getting him off of his couch! His rider can do the work, he'll supervise.

Lissi smiles over at the dragonette and Damasth pads closer, crooning softly at the little fella. Awww. The greenrider looks to S'rorn and nods, "Aye.. settin up an exercise fer ya'll.." and she glances toward the wall, which has a few ropes hanging down against it at different lengths, though all of them too tall to reach from the ground.

S'rorn slowly walks away from his lifemate, glancing at the series of ropes and hooks his thumbs into the belt of his pants while in thought. "I wonder how this one is going to go," he mutters before glancing over to Lissi with a sheepish grin. He taps a foot, glancing over his shoulder to Nyzieroth whos now rolling about on the ground. The weyrling sighs and shakes his head. It's understandable that the brown in his baby but these babies are far more mature than they're showing. "I bet Wilson would be up here in a minute." Wilson… Wilson? With an arrogant stride, the brown comes over and sets his rump down with a thud. No stuffy is going to show me up! "Oh, you are. Youre going to show me? Okay, Nyz. Show me how its done when the time comes." Hrmph!

Lissi grins at S'rorn and her brows flick upward, "Oh, ya'll will find out soon enough.. til then ya can jes wonder.." and she nods her head. The greenrider looks to the little brown and smiles then up at S'rorn, "I hope ya all show me how it's done.. we'll be usin this exercise ta measure and test more than once," she notes. "Am thinkin.. tomorrow mebbe, startin," she muses aloud.

"Well, whatever it is, I'm sure we'll do fine. Right, Nyz?" Nyzieroth can't come to the phone right now, he's busy sleeping rather heavily in the very spot he settled down in. S'rorn takes in a deep breath and sighs, shaking his head before glancing back at the weyrlingmaster. "Guess I can look on the bright side," he begins with a little yawn. "At least the lump will be rested enough to conquer this tomorrow. With that, the weyrling lowers his head in a little bow and wanders back over to his lifemate to check him over while he's still enough to do it. Who knows what rolling around does to hatchlings.

Lissi grins over at S'rorn, "Aye.. oh and.." then he's wandernig off to his dragonette and the WLM just grins to herself. Introductions can be made later!

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