Valanth ambles lanquidly in from the Northeastern Bowl.

L'nin eyes the two mounted pairs, giving a slow nod before turning to Oulianoth, who gives an affirming rumble. Finally, the senior rider strokes his goatee, and, with an affirmative grunt, swings up to his lifemate's neck with the help of the straps. "Ready?" is called down to the others while Oulianoth relays the message to the dragons. "Anyone have any problems with takeoff?

Kia shakes her head, giving Valanth's ridge a pat. The blue excitedly whuffles, glancing up at the oh-so-blue skies. An affirmative ready message is sent back to Oulianoth as Val snaps his wings open, glancing at his wingmate and back at the 'lingmaster, waiting for a signal that they can fly, now.

Nverath does the same as his smaller sibling, noting the difference in wingspan with a rather analytical, but not at all judging gaze, before warbling his preparedness, tail swooshing in anticipation. D'baji slides from his position on Nverath's neck, flashing a beam towards the blue pair, just as L'nin gives the signal, his brown jupming forth into the sky. And Nverath does the same, in a way that he's almost gotten to be graceful. Almost.

Valanth springs into the air - more of a hop, drop, flap, then fly - with his wings a'flutterin'. Oh yes, flyings the most wonderful thing Val's done in quite a while. He rumbles in cheer to his larger bronze clutch sib, who he could probably out-maneuver any day, might I add. Hey, that's what his beloved little wings are good for. This thought of course doesn't occur to the always loving little blue, who is simply gleeful to be able to fly in the first place.

Oulianoth takes up a lazy circle, making sure the 'lings get up to his level while he swirls easily. Give the new draggies time to find their niche, y'know, he's seen some full fledged riders who still take some time... Nverath is up there quick enough with several strong beats of his wings, a sharp turn morphing into a slightly slower one in memory of recent... misadventures... with such attempts. Though his muscles are stronger now, and he could /probably/ take it. D'baji gives rather a groan from the ground for his bronze's desperate attempts to hold himself back. Ah, Nverath. One of the most maneuverable of his size, at least, with that litheness he's acquired. But still, no arguing with the blue...

Valanth holds his wingstrokes to a slower beat, less of a flutter to gain altitude. He reaches Oulianoth in a bit more time than Nverath, then tilting his wings slightly to perform a shallow swoop for the fun of it, hardly ducking more than a few feet and gliding back up towards the others, attempting to hover as he looks over the bowl, succeeding in flapping up and forward, realizing this only after he does so and turns around, gliding in a wide circle.

Oulianoth gives a rather loud, rather disapproving rumble towards the blue, an echo of that directed right on towards the bronze too. <<No, don't get overzealous,>> is said in such a way it wouldn't be surprised if even the drudges in the lowest of caverns heard him. <<You've not flown long enough to have developed to that point. And you can be grounded.>> And the brown's amused by this. Nverath gives the hugest of draconic sighs, slowing to a lazy spiral (and he despises laziness) and turning his head towards Valanth, and then Oulianoth. Where shall they go?
 

Valanth continues in his wide circle, warbling understandably back to the older dragon, figuring that he definately doesn't want to be grounded. That would be terrible. A questioning glance goes back to Nverath, then around the bowl, trying to ponder what he might want to do. <<How about we...uh...Well, what do you want to do?>> Valanth asks of the other two, not a terribly opinionated dragon, though he can be when he wants to.

Oulianoth isn't going to leave that one open for debate with these Weyrlings. Things can be lax, but not that lax. And he'd hate to have a 'ling revolt on his plate. Wherry really is much nicer. <<We will start by going circling the bowls. We will go as far as the corral, and then return.>> And that's the way it will be, no questions. Nverath gives a rumble for the authority, his spirals becoming just a bit tighter as he circles to point towards the corral, following the brown obediently. Authority only chafes his rider, y'see.

Valanth slowly turns to follow the others, in a bit of a straight line, like little kids walking somewhere. Okay. Anything is really fine with him, yes. A wing is tilted to cause him to circle after the bronze, sighing contentedly as he half-concentrates on his flying, just making sure not to trip up and fall.

Nverath is finally being the good little bronze he's meant to be. Aside from that turn-on-a-dime that went 360 degrees around, but really. Oulianoth flies terribly slow, to teach the younger dragons to do the same, he'll claim, and so that the riders on the ground might walk along and stay in sight. As Baji does, for sure, with a minimum of tripping, though his neck's craned upwards. A grow for any antics from the bronze escapes the brown's throat. Be good. So Nverath complies simply weaving when his slowness gives way, and warbling the occasional comment Valanthwards of how lovely the slight breeze is.

Valanth is /always/ the good little blue. Well almost always. Lazily tiltling side to side as he flies, he responds to Nverath, crooning and rumbling with idle conversation, the weather and whatnot. A few of the same rumblings go to the brown, figuring it's good not to completely ignore their instructor.

Nverath follows along easily, occasionally going so far as to go ahead of the Weyrlingmaster's dragon, but only for a while, and dropping back fairly quickly thereafter. He's almost gotten a hang of this speeding up slowing down thing. Still can't go as slow as the ever-talented Oulianoth, but... And the brown's just not interested in the conversation. <<Concentrate on what you do. Move your wings around in different positions, see how it affects your flight. Tilt them.>>

Gabriella walks in from the Southeastern Bowl.

Valanth takes the brown's suggestions to heart, tilting his right wing, sharply dipping right. As rights his wing, tilting his wingsails upwards and ends up catching a drift of wind to soar to the others. <<Oh my>> is his only comment on that experience, rather surprised when he had suddenly veered off.

Gabi's green eyes gaze around. They watch the dragons for a moment before she looks at the ground where she plops herself down. With a heavy sigh Gabi runs her fingers threw the grass and stares up blankly at the sky.

Nverath has played with this before. His first flight, alas, which landed (barely) with an angry AWLM, but he's got this down. He drops behind the blue, doing his very wonderfully best to follow, while Oulianoth notes a bit offhandedly, <<And for heaven's sakes, remember what you've done so that if you start hurtling to the ground you know how to change it.>> The brown's almost laughing, having escaped his strictness for a moment. Nverath goes so far as to attempt to spiral around the blue. He's got more wingpower, after all...

Nverath has played with this before. His first flight, alas, which landed (barely) with an angry AWLM, but he's got this down. He drops behind the blue, doing his very wonderfully best to follow, while Oulianoth notes a bit offhandedly, <<And for heaven's sakes, remember what you've done so that if you start hurtling to the ground you know how to change it.>> The brown's almost laughing, having escaped his strictness for a moment. Nverath goes so far as to attempt to spiral around the blue. He's got more wingpower, after all... D'baji, who's still walking rather quickly on the ground to keep up with the flying dragons, nearly stepping right on a Gabriella, and offering an "Erk! What you' doin' there? Sorry..."

Valanth emits a chattery grumble as he nearly runs into the bronze. <<Warn me next time, hm, Nverath?>> he suggests to his clutch sib, trying another one of those upwards tilt things to air-hop over the bronze. Wings are tested in a different way this time, a horizontal tip which sends him pivoting on a wingtip and back around to the direction he's facing. This is kept up for another circle before he remembers to stop dizzying himself and to fly straight.

Nverath sends a teasing warble back to Valanth, making a point of flying rather close to him again, and then tilting wings to veer off to the left. Unfortunately, at the time Oulianoth had his head swivelled 'round, and the brown isn't happy. In fact, he roars at the bronze. <<No playing! You aren't strong enough, and if you are fatigued, you will be grounded.>> So take that. Nverath gives a draconic grunt, spreading his wings wide to drop a bit lower. and gliding as best he can manage, with an apologetic trill towards the blue, and the brown. Really, though. Hiss.

Valanth would playfully stick his tongue out at Nver around now, but as he's a dragon he simply croons back to Nver, adding privately to the bronze <<Well /I/ thought it was funny.>> The blue continues in little tests of his agility, tilting a wing every so often to see where it will take him. After a wary glance at the brown he continues to Nverath <<Mebbe he's jealous that we can do that and he can't.>> Just a cheerful speculation that the blu knows isn't true, but it's a nice thing to say to bring up Nver's spirits. Also about now, Val would wink, if he wasn't busy making sure to keep himself from crashing.

Gabriella watches the dragons then her eyes flicker to D'baji, "Am I in the way D'baji? I can always move or leave if you like." The girl gets a worried look in her eyes. The last thing she needs is to be stepped on or eatten by a dragon. Not that she think they would or anything but she'd like to play it safe for now.

D'baji shakes his head with a sigh to Gabi, patting his heart, which is still beating tremendously fast. "No, just was watchin' him," is replied, a proud gesture pointing up towards the swerving Nverath, upon whom Oulianoth keeps a steady eye. Nverath gives a tail wish towards Valanth, which only sets him off course slightly. <<Indeed,>> the bronze muses, eyeing the over-experienced brown. <<Or maybe he's giving us a show of what we ought to do?>> Trust Nverath not to have a sense of humour.

Gabriella nods to D'baji and smiles at him before her eyes trace up to the dragons. They seem to follow Nverath for a while and slowly trace over to Valanth. She always enjoys watching them just as long as she isn't in the way of people or dragons.

Valanth rumbles lightly in a bit of laughter, swerving off to the other side this time, then righting himself, weaving around behind the brown, glancing down at D'baji and Gabi, crooning in draconic greeting to the girl chatting with the other rider. Hm...This whole flying thing isn't too bad once you get the hang of it.

Nverath finally gives in to Valanth's uplifting attitude, soaring a bit higher, higher, even, then the slow-going Oulianoth, and giving a bugle that reverberates about the bowl. Ah, his big bronzey bugle. Well, little bronzey bugle. But the point is, it's bronzey. Oulianoth turns around, warbling softly at the 'lings. He's being nice again. <<Alright, turn around. With the maneuvering, which you probably aren't too used to, strength must be reserved, and we'll land before you've tired out.>>

Gabriella would call out a good day or some sort of greeting to the dragon but because she knows he is new at this she simply nods to him, not wanting to distract him anymore. Her smile is a bright toothy grin at the moment. "He's a very good at that D'baji." She's talking about Nverath and his skills in the sky. "The other one isn't bad either. But I fear I don't know his name." Her eyes never leave the dragons as she talks to D'jabi she simply nods to the one she is talking about.

D'baji nods gratefully for the praise of his lifemate, sending a squinted glance to the now-returning dragons. "Well, it makes up for his performance on the ground, certainly," is nodded to the girl. "And that's Valanth. Kia's dragon." A point to the female rider hovering somewhat farther away, and certainly out of earshot. 

Valanth warbles back to the big brown, quite contentedly wheeling around to head back. He emits a big bluey trumpet, which obviously isn't to big in response to the bronzey bugle, whether little or big. Val just has such a cheerfing affect on everyone, doesn't he? Well that's his job, he's the clown of the clutch. Altitude stays /slightly/ below the brown, sidling in line behind him to turn back.