Ilare - Thursday, December 21, 2000, 4:46 PM

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Weyrling Barracks

The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that

stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside. Glow baskets lining the

cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the

home of all High Reaches weyrlings. Stone couches, some smaller for the

greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large

they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom over the walkways of

well-packed dirt.

Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets

of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and

practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks

and crannies. Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the

dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of

fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks.

To the southwest, you see Zaqith, Kelitath, Nylanth, Catiminith, Vespurath,

Zizth, and Mzadith.

Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are eleven firelizards.

Green Miravith and brown Chanticoth are here.

You see Weyrling Progress Record and Dragon Wing here.

Obvious exits:

Staff Office Bowl Couches

You sense that Chanticoth is awake.

G'deon climbs down from Nylanth's couch.

G'deon quietly strides to the Bowl.

Nylanth carefully and as silently as possible tramps in from the Training

Grounds.

G'deon is led in by Nylanth.

Slice, chop, into the pail. Slice, chop, into the pail. Slice, chop --

"Chanti, no. You're not getting seconds... Yes, you'll be getting a bit

more than usual, but that's because you've--Chanti!" A cool look is

flicked the eager brown, before Ilare proceeds with the cutting of the

meat. Slice, chop, into the pail. Slice, chop, into-- "Morning, G'deon.

You missed the early pre-dawn work out." A snicker escapes the ex-Istan,

now Weyrling and Brownie-Girl, and gold optics are raised to check out

Nylanth. "You look well this morning, Nylanth."

Nylanth follows G'deon out of the couch, deep quiet rumblings immerging

from the bronze's throat. "I've already told you Nylanth, I'm not putting

lace on the riding straps," G'deon replies to some unheard complaint. He

turns to Ilare and Chanticoth and grins. "Oh really?" he asks. "What sort

of work-out?"

Chanticoth dances from foot to foot, shifting weight and tail eagerly

awaiting the food. No, don't talk to Nylanth, keep on chopping. Chanti has

a big tummy to fill.

<Kamikaze Wing> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth rumbles quietly in his

mindvoice as well, though it softens bit by bit. << Good morning,

Chanticoth. How are you and your rider this morning? >> A glance for

said rider. << You may assure your rider that G'deon and I are doing

well >> comes a reply twinkling with amusement.

<Kamikaze Wing> Chanticoth senses that he whistfully thinks of food, but

greets Nylanth with a friendly thought. << Good morning, Nylanth. We are

well. We danced. >> Or Chanti did, anyway.

Chanticoth thinks to you, << Nylanth says he and G'deon are well,

sweetie. >>

Ilare gives a knowing grin to her dragon. "Greedy.." a piece of meat is

tossed towards the waiting brown dragon, for him to CHEW while she cuts

more. "Oh, yes. Zizth, Mzadith and Chanti over there were up extra early

doing their stretches.. and more.." A hint of a laugh echoes in her words,

and she offers another bit of meat to her brown.

You think to Chanticoth, >> tell Nylanth that I am glad to hear they are

both well. <<

"Dancing?" G'deon asks quietly, replying to some short relay from his

lifemate. The weyrling glances at Ilare. "There was dancing?" he asks

again, his voice sounding a tad bit put out. "I haven't danced since the

party after the hatching."

<Kamikaze Wing> Chanticoth senses that he burbles happily in swirling

colours. << Ilare is glad to hear that. >>

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << See G'deon, I told you the

best things happen while we are sleeping >> Dense white fog begins to

overtake the peaceful midnight image of the bronze's mindvoice.

<< Perhaps next time I can learn to dance. >>

"Oh, we weren't dancing.." The we clearly means the human Weyrlings,

although a fond grin touches her lips. "Chanticoth and the others were. It

was.. quite the sight to see. Had Cayl, Slippa and I in stitches.." Mane

is flicked over one shoulder as she tosses another bit of meat into

Chanticoth's waiting mouth. "Chew, Chanti."

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he pictures three dragonets dancing around

the bowl. << You can learn the Chanti-dance! >> A chuckle is tagged onto

the end of the words.

Chanticoth catches the meat deftly and chews, as per instruction before

swallowing. His tail starts to swish, as if thinking about dancing again.

Ilare witholds a giggle as her dragon speaks; Chanti-dance indeed! "Hey

you, eat. And chew! You had me bath and oil you before hand so that you

wouldn't have to worry about being sleepy afterwards.." Laughter escapes

her then. "Dancing? outside, not in here! There's no room!"

"Oh," is the quiet reply by G'deon, followed by another glance at his

bronzen mate. "Aye, someday you can learn how to dance, Nyl." Another

pause, the, "Well, you'll probably like it, I know I do." The weyrling

sends an amused glance at Ilare, then walks over to the piles of wherhide

strips left from the previous day. "Anyway, Nylanth, I told you I'd make

those straps for you. Did you decide on a color yet?"

Hmm...Ilare has a point. Might knock over the food if Chanti starts dancing

in here. And Chanti came up with the dance, so it's the Chanti-Dance. What

with the hip wiggling an' all. He opens his jaw and gives Ilare a look.

More?

Ilare watches out of the corner of her eye, curious. "You working on your

straps?" She'd missed the last class on that - had to muck out, bath, oil

and feed. Bah. Meat is given the brownlet, weyrling smiling fondly at him

as he is so clearly enjoying his meal.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << Just a tiny bit of lace,

G'deon? >> comes the plaintive querry << Just at the top? >>

G'deon shakes his head at Nylanth sharply. "No, I told you it might fall

off, fly into my face or someone else. Besides, it'd be distracting," he

adds a bit more softly before returning his gaze to Ilare. "Aye, have ye

had the class yet? We're to make at least one set for now."

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he contemplates the 'look' and thinks, <<

Maybe a little more than just at the top. And a dark colour would be

lovely... >> Ever helpful with the fashion tips. Never mind if its

impractical for now.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth sighs slightly as he settles on his

back haunches. << Maybe later then >> comes the hidden command, rather

than surrender. << Then I liked the black and dark blue idea >>

Ilare gives her dragon a fond slap on the chest, offering a few more

handfuls of meat. "Hey you, keep your thoughts elsewhere," she grins,

before peering around her brown at G'deon. "No, i've not managed to have

it yet. But one of the Assistant weyrling masters mentioned they'll be

holding one later.. I'll try and make that one."

Chanticoth eyes his lifemate as he chews. Just trying to help a fellow

dragonet with design ideas. Ilare's always first on his mind, don't worry.

Well, she KNOWS that. Still, not for us to meddle now is it? That's

Imbriath's job..

"Black and blue it is," G'deon replies to Nylanth as he laughs softly and

removes ten strips of wherhide. "Now, let me see how big your neck is,"

he adds, walking over to stand beside the bronze. He takes a strip and

places it against Nylanth's neck, just below the fourth and fifth

neckridges. "Shards, but you're getting big," he mutters, then continues

in a methodical method around the sinewy neck. He cranes his neck around

and nods to Ilare. "It's a quick class. Most of the knowledge will come

from practice," he offers, finally gathering up the rest of the strips

of hide and walking over to the nearby table.

Chanticoth tilts his head on its side, as if that will give him a better

look at straps, twisting his neck to look at them before turning back to

Ilare. Will he get some of those?

Ilare ahhs, even as she tosses the meat Chanti-mouthwards. Eyes watch, brow

furrowed slightly as she puts to memory what G'deon is doing. "Blue and

Black?" she echoes. Just out of curiosity.

G'deon nods to Ilare with a grin. "I figured, if we're going to be making

these, we may as well learn how to color them as well. And blue and black

are the Reaches' colors."

Hmm. Good point. And blue and black are such nice colours too. And they

match the uniforms too. "Well, perhaps we should all have matching

leathers.." Ilare ponders. "Although, it might make figuring out who's is

who's a bit hard."

Chanticoth swallows his food indignantly, almost forgetting to chew. Ilare

would never be able to forget who he is. Right?

"Well, I figure if we keep them at our couches like we're supposed to we

should be fine," G'deon replies with a wink and a grin. "Though...

matching riding straps would look great when we learn our formations..."

Ilare would never forget her dragon. She meant the riding straps! "It

would, wouldn't it? We should ask the others, see what they think. Of

course, we can have what ever extras we like, but a uniform blue and black

would just look so great." Flicking her forelock from her eyes, another

bit of meat is fed to Chanticoth.

Chanticoth bobs his head sharply. Well... good. And blue would look good on

Ilare. It would match her hair. More chewing and swallowing.

G'deon nods to Ilare as he trots around the barracks gathering a few tools

and a ball of sinewous thread. "Aye, and it'd be easy to compare our work

with one another, so we'll know whether we're making the straps

correctly." Nylanth shuffles over to stand beside the table G'deon is

piling his odds and ends on.

Ilare nods, thinking, meat still being offered her brown. "1/4 of a bucket

left, Chanti.." she comments, before touching her hair absently. "This'll

have to be cut when we start flying.." She's not had it cut since.. well..

ever. "Well it will, chanti. Can't have long hair flying about - it'd get

in my eyes, now wouldn't it?" More meat is offered, witha stern command.

"Chew."

Chanticoth looks morosely into the pail. Only 1/4 left? Oh dear... and

Ilare will have to cut her lovely hair? Oh no! Well... it better look

nice.

G'deon glances at Ilare for a moment as he takes a seat, his own hand

rising slowly to his golden mane of hair. "By Faranth, I'd forgotten all

about that," he mutters, a small, confused frown on his face. "Aye, that

would probably be a good idea... well, at least we still have a while

until we'll need to worry about that." You'd think he wanted to keep

those unruly locks.

Ilare gives Chanticoth an affectionate nose-rub, before offering him more

meat. "Yeah.. Can't have loose hair flying free when yer fighting thread."

Shame though, and she smiles again at her dragon. "It'll grow back," she

offers to the brown, placing more meat in his mouth. "But it's not like

your hair'll get in the way, Gid." The image of G'deon with hair as long

as hers makes her giggle.

Chanticoth chews thoughtfully on the meat. Yes, but long hair's so /pretty/

and you can do so much more with it than you can with short hair. Chanti

flicks a tail. It's not like he has hair to play with.

G'deon grins suddenly, a boyish light in his eyes. "True, it'll be covered

by the helmet," he practically exclaims as he pulls over two strips of

hide, a smile on his face. "Though... it /would/ be easier to manage if I

cut it. D'ye think Weavers can cut hair?" he asks thoughtfully.

*Giggle*

Ilare nods, giggling. "Well, I suppose. Although I'm sure that some of the

weyrling rider staff might be happy to do it for you." Emptying the last

few strips from the pail into Chanticoth's mouth she places it on the

table. "There, all done, mate."

Chanticoth downs the final pieces quickly. Rider staff. Meh. What do they

know about hair styling? Weavers might do a better job.

Ilare rolls her eyes. "Maybe, but you can't know that." she replies to her

dragon, absently reaching as high as she can to skritch an eyeridge.

"Lower your head, Klah Bunny. I can't reach now you're so big."

Ilare can't reach him? Oh dear... Chanticoth ducks his head til he's about

at Ilare's shoulder level. Better?

"True, quite true," G'deon replies as he lays two strips on the table, one

on top of the other, a small smile on his face as he grabs a spiky looking

tool and begins boring holes along one of the long sides of the two

strips.

Nylanth leans his head down close to G'deon's work, snuffling quietly.

"Back up just a bit, Nyl, I can't see my work," the weyrling says, pushing

playfully at Nylanth's snout. Not to be outdone, the bronze ducks under

the playful push and snags the wherhide strips in his, mouth, and with a

*flip*... they land in the pool.

Much better. Fingers search for the exact right spot, and Ilare chuckles as

she watches Nylanth clown about with the leather strips. Whoops. "So, how

much bigger's your Nylanth gotten? I swear, Chanticoth grows at least a

few more inches every day." A fond smile for the brown now - she's so

proud at how big he's growing!

Chanticoth snorts in amusement at Nylanth's unorthodox removal of the

straps. Then he raises his head up a little bit, as if to say, yes, I am

big. Look at how big I am, with a happy flick of a tail fork.

G'deon sighs at Nylanth and as his eyes unfocus, Nylanth's begin to whirl a

little more slowly, hints of yellow at the edges, which in turn causes the

weyrling's face to soften dramatically. "Aw, I didn't mean it like that,

Nylanth," he says softly hurrying over to his lifemate and burying his

head against the bronze's chest. With a sigh he steps back and glances at

Ilare, adding an affectionate thump to Nylanth's side. "Aye, aye. He's

growing so quickly, I think, that even /he/ doesn't realize it."

Imbriath hops out of Imbriath's Couch, careful of the small step there.

Hyzen is led in by Imbriath.

Cayl comes out of Mzadith's couch.

Mzadith comes out of Mzadith's couch.

No yawning today... nor complaints from either section of the couple.

Imbriath strolls at Hyzen's side as they dismount from their couch,

stretching and offering grins 'round about. Quickly, the 'rider moves

towards a wherry carcass and begins her work with knowing fingers, feeding

green slivers every now and then to keep her sated while she fills the

bucket. "Morning Ilare, G'deon. How're Chanticoth and Nylanth?" Seems

someone got a good sleep... maybe much to other's relief?

Ilare giggles at that. And the fact that G'deon isn't so embarrassed about

dragon-hugging in a semi-public place. "They're all growing so well.."

Hyzen and Imbriath are give waves with her free hand as she keeps on

skritch Chanticoth's eyeridge.

Chanticoth senses Hyzen looking at him.

Imbriath

Over hill, over dale, through bush, through brier; over park, over pale,

through flood, through fire: midsummer green wanders everywhere, swifter

than a moon's sphere to illuminate the mercurial elegance of this fey

green. Emerald shadows dapple her dreamy hide, kissing the curvy sweep of

her rump and tail, and freckling her underbelly with elven gold, while

foxfire spins its tricksy fancies in amongst the thicket of her crafty

'ridges. Like love, every shift in hue from pixie's head to laughing

tailtip savours the effervescence of her puckish frame, and creeps down to

hide in the acorn cups of her earthy paws. Moonlight tangles in the wild

forests of her wingsails, even as tomfoolery spangles the starlight sheen

of her whirling eyes.

Hanging precariously onto one of Imbriath's neckridges are Xena, Phoenix,

Proof, and Nauvoo.

Imbriath is 3 months and 17 days old.

She is 15 feet (4m) long, with a wingspan of 25 feet (7m).

Imbriath seems to be listening.

G'deon grins rather sheepishly at Ilare, then waves to the weyrling pairs

immerging from their couches. "Morning, everyone, how are you?"

Ilare turns her grin away from G'deon and towards Hyzen and her green,

winking. "Mornin'. You missed the fun too. Chanticoth, Zizth and Mzadith

were.. uh.. 'dancing' in the bowl today." Laughter tickles her voice as

she keeps on skritching the eyeridge of her dragon.

G'deon just grins at Ilare, throws a loving glance up at Nylanth, then

returns to his work at the table of sewing wherhide straps together.

"I'm good, G'deon..." Trailing off, Hyzen pauses to glance at the bucket

before replacing the cleavor upon its little hook. All done! Taking the

handle, she moves towards her friends and fellow weyrlings, settling upon

the floor (she seems to spend a lot of time there) and folding her legs.

Imbriath croons softly as she moves her bulk to 'rider, wedge head

swinging slowly back and forth before she takes the proffered piece of

meat. Chewing slowly, she turns those multi-faceted orbs upon the other

dragons, humming with pleasure. "Dancing?" Blinkblink. "Dragon's ...

dance?"

Chanticoth swishes his tail from side to side to demonstrate just one of

the moves of the Chanti-Dance. Ilare did, unfortunately, say not to dance

in here. Swish, swish.

Ilare nods. "Yup. Dancing. I'm sure that when he's recovered from eating,

Chanti will be quite happy to show you /in the bowl/." A wink is given her

brownlet as she skritches, and a giggle escapes her.

Hyzen grins widely as she continues to slowly feed her little... big?

green. "I'd like to see that..." And so would Imbriath. Mrowl. Finally

the bucket is empty and weyrling pushes it away and out of site of the

dragon. Out of site, out of mind, yes? Leaning back on her hands, she

eyes Imbri when the green moves towards their couch, roots around in there

before coming back with the oil jar gently placed in her mouth. Hyz takes

it and watches as dragon spreads herself out and lounges, rather liking

this 'sport'.

Hyzen *sighs and has to go now. -.- Sorry and c'ya!

Ilare chuckles. "Think you'd enjoy showing everyone the steps, Chanti?" she

enquires softly of her brown, moving so that she can lean against his

shoulder.

Imbriath pokes her head into Imbriath's Couch before mounting the step and

entering.

Imbriath leads Hyzen out.

Chanticoth might just be able to handle that for Ilare, tail still swishing

to an unheard rhythm.

Probably one with a real Latin-American Pernese equivilaent beat? ;)

G'deon looks up from his work for a moment, glancing at Nylanth, then at

Chanticoth. "Nylanth seems pretty interested in learning that dance," he

tells Ilare, grinning softly before he returns to boring holes in strips

of hide.

OOC: Chanti - Don't make me do the Ricky Martin thing.

Ilare has to chuckle at that. "Reeeally?" She flicks a look at Chanticoth.

"So, what say you?"

OOC: Ilare pouts.. ;)P

Chanticoth bobs his head a little lower and glances back at Ilare. All do

the Chanti-Dance. Definite agreement there.

G'deon sets aside the first pair of doubled strips and takes another,

repeating the bore-sew method. Nylanth eventually returns to his side,

watching his work, though careful to keep his face far away from the

tempting wherhide.

You think to Chanticoth, >> You too full to move? << An affectionate smile

is given. >> Ask Nylanth if he and G'deon might like to see outside.. <<

Chanticoth thinks to you, << Too full? Not for you, darling. >>

You think to Chanticoth, >> *giggle* <<

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he projects a query in Nylanth's vague

direction, edged in lilac wisps. << Ilare asks if Nylanth and G'deon

might like to see outside. >>

Ilare rests her head against Chanticoth's side briefly, before pushing away

and padding over to the bronzling pair, partially curious about how the

straps are going, partially curious about an answer as she hears

Chanticoth pass on her question.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth acknowledges, a flash of a salute in

the dark nightscape of his mindvoice. << I will ask >> A pause as a

gentle ribbon of azure threads through the night, the golden lightening in

the distance of the rising sun. << He says he must finish these straps

for me, but he can do it outside. >>

Chanticoth relays the affirmative to Ilare, slinking up behind her as she

moves away from him. Ooh, don't go.

G'deon glances up at Nylanth, then over at the bronwling pair. "Sure,

Nylanth, we can go outside. The sun is shining today, or it was earlier

anyway. I'd love to sit outside." He stands, slipping tools into the

various pockets dotting his uniform, and drapes the wherhide strips over

his arm.

Ilare chuckles as Chanticoth follows closly, and she raises a brow at

G'deon. Need a hand with those? Or can you manage?" she offers, befre

chuckling suddenly. "Why, Chanti! You can practice some stretches again!"

Nah, she's not evil. Really.

G'deon laughs softly as he gestures towards the entrance. "Lead the way,"

he says, winking at the pair. "Nylanth and I will follow. He's looking

forward to these... exercises of yours, Chanticoth. I'll admit, I'm

curious to see them as well."

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << Will you teach me this

dance, Chanticoth? >>

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he chuckles in a smooth voice. << Of course,

Nylanth. >>

Ilare thinks Nylanth has NO idea what he's letting himself in for, but

*heh* well see, neh? Stepping away towards the exit, she winks and

encourages Chanti to go on ahead. She'll be right behind him.

Chanticoth saunters out of the barracks with a silent 'this way', checking

to make sure Ilare /is/ following.

Chanticoth pads with enviable grace to the Bowl.

You go to the Training Grounds.

Training Grounds

The marks of thousands of claws give testament to the shuffling of the

young dragons that have torn up what little grass once grew in this corner

of the bowl. Tucked in between the feeding pens to the south and the curve

of the Weyrleader's complex, the training grounds are home to daily

exercises and classes, all taking place well out of the way of the hectic

bustle of the rest of the bowl. Cut deep into the cliff face, the large,

covered openings leading into the extensive weyrling barracks rise high

over the heads of any who come near, although the height of the caldera's

spindles far above cast their own reaching shadows across the hard packed

earth.

It is an autumn midmorning. The sun seems exceptionally brilliant,

golden in the deep blue sky. The air is cool, the north breeze riffling

across the land.

Soaring high overhead are Satyr, Shugogetten, Harme, and Amulet.

Green Zaqith, green Kelitath, blue Catiminith, green Vespurath, green

Zizth, and brown Chanticoth are here.

Obvious exits:

Weyrling Barracks Northern Bowl Corrals

Seeee? She's RIGHT behind you.

G'deon quietly strides in from the Weyrling Barracks.

Nylanth carefully and as silently as possible tramps in from the Weyrling

Barracks.

Chanticoth watching those exiting the barracks carefully. Time for Chanti

Teaches Dance Class, lesson 1. He eyes Ilare. Is she going to try as well?

G'deon settles on a small stone shelf near the barracks, setting out his

tools carefully, maybe even efficiently. Nylanth however follows closely

behind Chanticoth, his eyes whirling with a soft curious light.

Ilare shakes her head, settling on one of the rock outcrops. "Nuh uh,

Chanti. I dance about as well as I sing." And she can't. Sing, that is. Or

Dance. (Actually, she's never tried, but she's not about to tell ANYone

that.

But Chanticoth's sure she'd do so well... Ah well. Chanti takes up a spot

in the training grounds and tries to take on the look of a teacher (he's

seen it on the faces of the riders before, of course), tail poised at the

ready.

Ilare giggles. And Chanti just so looks the part. Slipping off the rock,

she makes her way towards G'deon. "You'll want to see this," she murmurs

in amusement, before nodding at her dragon. "When you're ready."

G'deon nods to Ilare and sits back and watches Chanticoth.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he begins the mental instruction, with, <<

Alright, Nylanth. Tail goes like this. >> Chanti demonstrates with a swish

to the side. << And hips wiggle the other way. >>

Nylanth quietly tries to immitate Chanticoth's instructions, bending

forward to look something like... well... a duck. His tale begins swaying

side to side, and his hips sway the opposite direction.

Ilare swings her legs a little, watching with a grin as her dragon starts

his 'class'.

Well, it's not a /bad/ start. Chanticoth demonstrates the next step, with

the tail going to the other side and the hips wiggling a little more. Back

and forth with the tail, wiggle those hips.

G'deon just shakes his head silently as he sets strips of wherhide infront

of him on the stone surface, boring holes in at regular lengths. Nylanth

however is enjoying this immensely, though his feet shift restlessly at

times, as if he's impatient to move on.

Ilare nods, watching the hip wiggling and the tail swishing and... Hmm..

Mentally, she tries to think of a light beat, like a drum, for her dragon

to work with. Not that he couldn't make his own, of course. But it's

something she can do, neh? Feet swings slightly in time with the 'beat'

only she and Chanti can hear..

Chanticoth snuffles to himself with amusement. This is /fun/. Now...

footwork. Nice short little steps to the beat. One and two and tail

/swish/. Keep those hips moving.

Nylanth hops to the left once, then right, his head down low as he

crouches, rear end in the air, wiggling for all it's worth as his tail

begins flinging through the air, luckily not hitting anyone yet.

Ilare has to giggle now, more because Chanti's looking so good. And

Nylanth's trying his hardest. "I think you better get him to relax - he'll

bash his tail on something otherwise," she chuckles at G'deon.

Yeah, relax... let it floooow... Chanticoth demonstrates with a cheeky

waggle of his tail fork.

G'deon chuckles at Ilare. "I wish that were the problem. He's a bit hyper

this morning, that's all." Nylanth spins around, tail high in the air.

"I did let him know though. He says 'I know where my tail is'"

Ilare chuckles lightly. "I think we all know where his tail is," she

comments, winking. Hair is flicked over her shoulder again, while she

watches, mentally encouraging her dragon with a cheerful thought or three.

As if a dragon wouldn't know where their tail was. Chanticoth starts doing

little hops like Nylanth, bouncing over most of the training ground.

Nylanth leaps into the air, turning circles, pivoting on his hind legs. His

eyes whirl quickly in flashes of blue and green, their illumination

challenging the sun. Then down on his front legs again, rear end wiggling,

tail swishing with a bit more grace.

Ilare rolls her eyes. "Of course, klah bunny. I never said he wouldn't did

I?" Relaxing on her perch, the dragons are watched with a bright grin.

"Couldn't what?" G'deon asks curiously, setting aside yet another pair of

reinforced strips.

Ilare hmms? "Oh, nothing, nothing. S'private joke." Waving away the offhand

comment, Ilare swings her legs again. Shame she can't dance. The beat in

her head is pretty catchy..

Chanticoth hops into the air, about facing as he lands, wings outstretched

a little bit to help him balance. Tail still waves in time with the

wiggling of the hip. Give him another minute and he'll start singing...

And we DON'T want that, now do we? ;)

Or do we?

Noo... we don't...

Depends on the song, neh?

Livin La Vida Loca.

?

"You must be a pretty good dancer if Chanticoth can move like that," G'deon

comments, setting down his tools. "In fact... I could go with a whirl

around the dancefloor," he adds, winking at Ilare.

Zaqith goes home.

Ilare blinks. "Wha?" Oh dear.. "What gives you that impression?" Ever so

slightly she edges away. "Because, y'know, I can't dance. At all." Really,

she can't.

As Nylanth blithely goes about inventing his own moves to this interesting

dance, G'deon stands and grins at Ilare. "It's not that hard, just move

like him," he says, nodding towards her own brown lifemate. "Ye just move

with the beat, nothing to it."

Chanticoth thinks to you, << Of course you can dance, sweetie. Try it! >>

You think to Chanticoth, >> No, I can't! <<

Chanticoth keeps on eye on Ilare to make sure she does go up there and

dance, because he's having too much fun for her not to. He doesn't expect

the tail swishing though.

Ilare would retreat, but she's another voice encouraging her. "I can't jump

and move like that. I've no wings or tail to help me balance," a bit too

quick to try and get out of dancing? Perhaps..

G'deon laughs softly and holds his arms out to either side. "That's what

these are for!" He extends one hands towards Ilare and winks.

Chanticoth almost bounces about the place. Yes... she has... things which

might have been wings if they were longer and bigger and... looked like

wings. Do the Chanti-Dance!

Nylanth is still too busy with the dance to help out G'deon, though his

whirling eyes do glance at the pair of weyrlings from time to time.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << Join in! This is fun! >>

comes the exclamation, puntuated by golden sunbursts through the forest

trees, the strong scent of evergreen carried by the breeze.

<< Chanticoth, doesn't your rider want to join in the fun? >>

Chanticoth is a dead dragon. Okay, well, maybe not dead, but he's so not

getting any extra food for a while. G'deon's hands are glanced at

nervously, but no help is given from her dragon. With a sigh, she places

one hand in his. "Oh, all right... But you're going to have to show me..

I've never done this before.."

Ilare flicks her dragon a glare. Bad brown, definately no cookies.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he laughs with silver tangles around his

words. << Of course she does. See. She'll be good. She's good at

things. >> And dancing is /easy/.

G'deon smiles at the other weyrling rather dashingly, then offers his best

impression of a bow, though it could use some work. "We can start

slowly," he says, "and follow Chanti's example. First, just start with

the hips," he says, swinging his own slightly from side to side. "Just

kind of... feel the rhythm and move with it, don't force it, just move..."

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << Dancing is fantastic! >>

is the ecstatic reply, the dragon's baritone marked with the amused

undertones of an excited child. << G'deon can teach her... You can teach

her too. They'll need a beat... >>

Ilare gives a giggle, watching both dragons and G'deon. "Uh huh.." her

expression is disbelieving, but she does as instructed, face tinging with

colour. "This feels.. silly.."

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he hmms to himself. << A beat. Something

quick and fun to dance to. Ooh! I know. >> Chanti thinks of a beat that

makes one's claws want to tap, with lots of drum beat. << Do do do do da

do do >>

"Nah, it's dancing!" G'deon replies, a definite difference between dancing

and being silly. "It's a release of sorts... next thing you know, your

feet will be moving... then your arms..."

Ilare giggles softly, shaking her head. "No, it's called looking daft.." is

her response, even as she tries to move in time to the beat in her head,

as well as with G'deon. "Am I doing this right?"

G'deon nods quickly and grins. "Aye, you're gettin' the hang of it," he

responds, "though it's more fun with two." He winks and holds out a hand

again. "The biggest key to dancing is letting go of yourself," he adds.

Uh huh. The expression on Chanticoth's rider's face is clearly sceptical.

Taking G'deon's hand, Ilare gives the far taller bronzling an amused grin.

"You lead?" Her eyes twinkle teasingly.

You notice G'deon looking at you.

Chanticoth keeps dancing, adding a wing-waggle for good measure. Watching

his lifemate. Start dancing already!

G'deon smiles at Ilare, pulling her a bit closer. "If you insist," he

says, blue eyes twinkling down at her just before he swings her around

once, hand over her head. "You just move with it," he repeats, laughing

softly. "Hips, feet, hands... it's all one."

Ilare blinks, and hides her hint of embarrassment behind a grin as she does

as she's told. She's moving, yupyupyup. Eyes glanccing downwards, minding

where her feet go, but she still shakes her head. "This is.. Okay, this is

so.." Umm, a lil' help here?

Chanticoth thinks to you, << Claw-tapping-ly fun? >>

You think to Chanticoth, >> *amused eyeroll* Uh huh, if YOU say so, hun. <<

"Fun?" G'deon offers, winking. "Otherwise I've really lost my touch," he

adds, face showing mock-concern... which doesn't stop him from dipping

Ilare back for a moment.

Chanticoth pivots on the spot, head bobbing to the beat he now has fixed in

his head. See, even Nylanth's lifemate says it's fun.

And Nylanth agrees as he again leaps into the air, head high, wings

extended. Landing on his back legs, he continues to wiggle that rump,

shakin' that tail.

Ilare acks, but begins to giggle as she's dipped - this is even in time to

the 'music' too! - and she grins. "Well.. yeah, i guess. Considering this

is my first time dancing at all.." Not what she imagined, nor is it where

she imagined either.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth is certainly enjoying this morning's

excercise. << This is so much better than what they usually make us do >>

Leaps and bounds of deep azure like a cascading waterfall intermingle with

the scent of forests.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he chuckles. << More fun than stretch, and

retract. Stretch and retract. >> Waves of green whisps move back and forth

with the words.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he thinks << With the wings... >>

G'deon swings around the training grounds, Ilare in tow, though they are a

careful distance from the dancing dragons. "I agree, Nylanth," he calls

out over the thundering in the bowl. "This is a much better excercise...

for all of us." He grins down at Ilare. "Hey, you're really getting the

hang of this..."

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Zizth giggles an agreement. <<I hate

stretches!>> She purrs, wiggling her hips before going back to snoozing.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth thinks << G'deon >> Leap into the

air << Can we do this >> Thunder to the ground << every morning? >> Tail

swinging in time, hips wiggling to their own beat. >>

Well, even Ilare has to admit that dancing - once you start - is pretty

easy to get the hang of. "Da always said I had pretty good cooridnation,"

she shrugs, even as she chuckles at an overheard comment from her dragon.

"Don't tire yourself out, hun! I don't want to get in trouble because you

decided dragon dancing was fun!"

Get tired? Chanticoth invented the Chanti-dance, and will never get tired

of it. No really... He /must/ have worked off all that food by now.

G'deon laughs softly, but beads of sweat are beginning to appear on his

forehead as he swings Ilare around once more, a little slower this time,

then dips her down low and winks again before pulling her back. He

releases her hands after a moment, then collapses into a bow. "That," he

says, breathing a bit quickly, "was great." He stands up straight and

grins at her, then at Nylanth and Chanticoth, the bronze of the two,

having slowed to a mere tail wagging, his head still bobbing to the beat.

Catiminith ambles jauntily with a flash of dawn-like hues to the Weyrling

Barracks.

Ok, so Chanti is getting a /little/ tired as well, not making as many leaps

as before, sticking mainly to hip wiggling and tail swishing.

Ilare gives an equally breathless laugh, as well as a mock-curtsey with a

invisible skirt once they've come to a stop. "Yeah.." Wipeing her forhead,

she giggles at Chanticoth. "C'mon, hun. You should stop now. That's more

than enough exercise for today.." Pushing some stray locks from her eyes,

Ilare shakes her head. "And they want to do this again tomorrow?"

<Local> Chanticoth senses that Nylanth just settles down on all four legs

and watches the two weyrlings before looking at Chanticoth. << Thank you

for teaching me how to dance >> he rumbles in a mild... and /tired/

baritone.

<Local> Chanticoth senses that he lets out a short breath before slowing

down himself. << Dancing is not hard, Nylanth. It was not a problem. >>

G'deon laughs softly and nods. "Aye, /every/ morning." He laughs again, a

bit more loudly this time. "I don't know if the weryling masters will

like that," he adds, barely getting that out in a rising fit of laughter.

Ilare has to giggle at that, although she gives G'deon a sidelong glance

before she makes her way towards Chanticoth. "You both danced very well,"

her eyes gleam a tad golden in both Nylanth and her brown's direction, and

the Weyrling wraps her arms about Chanticoth's neck in a hug. "But not too

much, okay? We don't want R'sli getting mad at us, do we?" Because then

there'd be no more dancing. At all.

Nono. Chanticoth most certainly does not want R'sli mad at them for

dancing. That would be A Bad Thing.

Nylanth relaxes ever so slowly, the bridled energy from before waning until

he looks to G'deon expectantly. "Another bath?" the weyrling asks,

grinning at the bronzen bulk. "Well... aye, we could /both/ use one now,"

he admits, thumping Nyl's hide, producing a small cloud of dust.

Ilare nods. "Very bad, hun. So lets not tax you with more dancing." A grin

is given the dragon, and she glances back over her shoulder to smile

broadly at G'deon. "Thank you. that was.. fun." Yes, definately fun.

G'deon nods to Ilare, a boyish smile on his face. "My pleasure," he

replies, his blue eyes twinkling before following his trudging dragon

towards the barracks. "I don't think I've had such a good work out in

ages."

Ilare hasn't since.. ooh.. a couple of days ago? That race with R'ave? "I

agree, it's certainly one way to stay fit, neh?" Giving her dragon a

gently shove she chuckles. "Back to the barracks with us, methinks."

Chanticoth flicks his tail before letting it settle on the ground. Didn't

he say it would be fun?

Ilare nods. "Yes you did.."

G'deon shivers suddenly as a breeze whips through. "Yes, let's get

inside."

Nylanth carefully and as silently as possible tramps to the Weyrling

Barracks.

G'deon quietly strides to the Weyrling Barracks.

You go to the Weyrling Barracks.

Weyrling Barracks

The large covered entryways open into two immense U-shaped caverns that

stretch back deep into the rock of the cliffside. Glow baskets lining the

cavern walls cast a soft light dispelling the shadows and illuminating the

home of all High Reaches weyrlings. Stone couches, some smaller for the

greens and blues and some, for bronzes and the occasional gold, so large

they have to be climbed into, rise up to loom over the walkways of

well-packed dirt.

Along the walls nearest the entrances, shelves and pegs sport several sets

of leathers and various books and tools needed when teaching and

practicing; crates and supplies also take up residence in various nooks

and crannies. Toward the back, a large, man-dug pool for use by the

dragonets and their lifemates and several large containers kept full of

fresh meat serve as conveniences for the busy residents of these barracks.

To the southwest, you see Kelitath, Vespurath, Zizth, and Chanticoth.

Snuggled in with the leather supplies and tools are ten firelizards.

Green Miravith, blue Mzadith, and bronze Nylanth are here.

You see Weyrling Progress Record and Dragon Wing here.

G'deon is here.

Obvious exits:

Staff Office Bowl Couches

Chanticoth pads with enviable grace in from the Training Grounds.

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