The Wall - S'rorn

Western Weyr - Weyrling Barracks
Inside the wooden building fresh air circulates from the many open windows lining the two longest walls. Outside, you can see many tropical trees and shrubs. The walls and ceiling of the barracks are made of slats that have been pegged together tightly. Overhead are beams from which electric lights have been strung. The floor is of black volcanic stone, rubbed to a smoothness that will not hurt the tender claws of young dragons.
Along each of the two longer walls are cots set up next to rounded depressions in the stone. There are enough areas available for all of the young dragons and their new riders with room to spare. At the back of the barracks are trunks with oiling supplies and bins where fresh meat is delivered until the dragonets learn to hunt for themselves.

Lissi walks into the barracks and rattles a few bettes with a stick, "Alright, meet me outside!" she says loudly, sharply, though no one could accuse her of being gruff or manly. No. She is petite and girly but assertive enough and she heads outside where her green is waiting. Ahhhh, weyrlings. Ahhhh, training.

Nothing wrong with petite and girly, but this trader-weyrling knows that such people have the potential of a vicious swing so it's best not to test their patience. S'rorn rises and begins to follow Lissi, only he pauses midway across the room and sighs heavily. "Nyz, Nyzieroth. No, humming won't work, I know you can hear me. Humming louder won't work either! C'mon. Outside or I won't get 'it' for you." Wilson told him about the 'it' trick, you never disclose what the 'it' is but you can get the brown moving if he thinks it's something he wants. Sure enough, the young dragon bounds out the door, warbling.

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.
The vast majority of residents bustle back and forth on their many errands, keeping Western Weyr running smoothly. Children released from lessons scamper across the bowl while weyrlings bathe by the lagoon and practice. Delivery wings can be seen coming and going all day long overhead.The days grow longer over the spring months, the air seeming more fresh and warm than it did over the winter.

Oh that wall and those sandbags. S'rorn is joined by a few other weyrlings and their dragonettes, a green a blue and a brown, and they all pad out to the field in a sleepy line. Lissi smiles and waits for them all to settle in and looks to the wall, "Well then, ta ride a dragon ya gotta be strong, and some of ya need some work on that, and even if ya are strong, ya need a different kind of strong." She looks to the sandbags and smiles, "These are gonna help with that. Now then, over near the bags you will find a set of instructions for stacking those bags, and it has ta be just like instructed. This ain't a race. This is an exercise and may require some teamwork. Not only from your lil dragonettes but each other, fellow weyrlins."

The pattern shows a precise pattern for stacking, how many in each stack, what direction they are to be stacked, how to overlap, and the like.

S'rorn takes in the instructions and nods his head, glancing over to Nyzieroth with a crooked grin. "Alright, Nyz. Are you ready for this?" The weyrling his ready but his lifemate? Well, the brown peers down at the sandbag, then back to his 'ling, then back again before turning around and raising that tail up in the air before he slowly stalks off to the side and settles down with a thump! "Oh no you don't!" HISS. S'rorn stalks himself over and begins to gently shove the lump. "This is very important, /please/, cooperate and we'll do something fun afterwards. I promise, this is only going to be as long as you let it." Nyzieroth isn't here right now, please leave a message at the sound of the beep. BEEP.

Lissi looks over to S'rorn and Nyz and grins to herself, not interfering. The others get to work, if slowly, and start carrying bags. The more cooperation there is the faster it will go. They are heavy but not unmanageable and a dragonette could carry a couple probably. The first layer is getting near done and the second is going up and as Lissi looks on she makes a note here and there and nods to S'rorn, "Tough to get them to do what you want sometimes.."

"Yes, yes it is. I understand that he's young and it's going to take some time. Also," the weyrling says with a pause as he tries to use his whole body to move the brown dragonet over with the others. "He can't learn the same 'hard way' that I did growing up so this is going to be… Interesting. C'mon, Nyz!" S'rorn takes a deep breath and sighs. "Or there'll be no mudbath's in your future." BLINKWAITWHAT? The dragonnet quickly slips free from his mate and skitters over to the bags. Is there mud in these bags? Things to make mud? Things to roll around in along with mud? S'rorn sighs after straightening himself upright, formerly staggering about. The weyrling stalks over and begins to help the others, making sure Nyzieroth sees how it's done.

It isn't long until the sandbags begin to take shape, dragon-shape, oddly. It's not going to be full size, but, in order to stack the bags the weyrlings will have to use the ropes on the wall, against which they are stacking the bags, to pull themselves up to higher levels to continue stacking. Tricksy WLM!

One of the werylings looks up to see a blue opening a bag to fling it around and he starts flailing, "No no, we gotta stack 'em!" he yelps. Lissi just grins, looking on.
Bag flinging? Nyzieroth can do that! Thankfully he doesn't grab one of the ones already put into place, ruining the hard work of the others but he begins to run in circles, emptying out it's contents as he does. S'rorn merely stands there with his mouth open, a look of pure horror upon his face. He's known canines and toddlers that were more behaved! "Well, this is what this is all about right? Learning?" And negotiating. The weyrling swallows hard and moves into what would be the brown's path and instead of stopping him, he pulls out a small envelope, peering into it intently. It's quickly closed and the weyrling runs back to the others. Nyzieroth… wants to know what he has! "You can only find out when you finish this. Otherwise it's not a surprise anymore." As long as the surprise is mud, then he's all for it. "The sand has to stay IN the bags, and the bags have to be stacked like this."

Lissi watches all the weyrlings and dragonettes and goes toward the wall, "Alright come on now.. lets get this monstrosity up.. everyone needs to take a turn on the ropes.. up and down.. use those arms..learn how to lean and push with your legs, the sooner it's up, the sooner it can come down!" Come DOWN? Did she just say that??

Down. Down? The nice lady said DOWN! Nyzieroth begins removing bags from the pile as S'rorn works furiously to put them back. "No, not now. Not now, Nyz. Up first then down! Not just that bag, no. All of them have to go up, then all of them can come down!" GRUMP. The brown trumpets and begins to grab bags, placing them upon the others in no delecate fashion or anywhere close to where they need to be. The other weyrlings begin pulling them into place but having some difficulty keeping pace with the brown. S'rorn is frantic, pausing to push light hair from his eyes for a moment before he realizes there's no bags left… Because they're all in one big pile on top of the arrangement. He doesn't say a word, merely sliding down to the floor with a WHUMP and peering off into space, muttering to himself silently in fatigue. Nyzieroth is victorious cause he said so, and declares S'rorn shall have a short break for his hard work… while he rolls about in the grass s'more. Where's his mud?!

Lissi has to giggle a little and finally lifts her hand, "Alright now, ya'll are movin slow, lets pick it up!" she says, firmly but still kindly. Damasth takes up a bag and heads for the wall, she'll show the little ones. The shortest rope is up near the shoulder of the sand bag dragon and they are a layer or two from it but getting there!

S'rorn pushes himself to his feet and turns to glance at the sandbag dragon under construction. He takes in a deep breath, and exhales before rubbing hands together and begins to move the scattered bags into place with the others. Those tired eyes glance at the ropes occasionally, marking their progress. Nyzieroth is there, one way or another, watching his mate move all of his hard work into a pattern he does not approve of! The brown warbles, swishing his tail from side to side. You can move them all back the way he wants them when you're done. CHUMP.

Lissi smiles and walks around the lower perimeter of the sand-dragon, "Good.. much better.." she calls out and then she turns to walk away again, getting a more distant perspective while Damasth keeps helping the dragonettes. "When yer done.. put them back in the stacks like they were.." and she grins some then looks to S'rorn, "And you are in charge of making sure it gets'll be sore tomorrow.. get a good soak.." and with that the WLM turns to go. "We'll do it again in a few days!" Oh. Joy.

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