1/10/2003
10:08
PM
Logfile
from Briny.
Main
Beach - Monaco Weyr(#1298RFJMa$)
This long black sand beach extends as far
as the eye can see in the west, but is broken to the east by the mouth of
Monaco River. The sand sprawls in different formations; flat here near the Weyr
buildings, with a slight fordune and then a broken basalt flat leading back up
to the buildings. Wavy, rolling dunes rise across the river farther east.
Occasional gusts of wind laden with sharp salt and mustier river scents riffle
lighter sand over the flat beach, and from the quay at the western bank of the
rivermouth comes the faint ring of clapper against bell.
Contents:
El'ric
Drasjoveth(#2830OVaep$)
Bella(#2726PJOXce$)
Lyranth
Obvious
exits:
OCean Quay
River Western Landing Field Terrace
On this
beach, you can choose to 'hear ocean', or 'silence ocean'.
El'ric
waits patiently for everyone to line up, "These sacks of firestone are
your new friends from here until you are told otherwise you will carry a sack
of firestone about with you at all times, the only time you will be excused
from carrying it is when you go to dinner in the weyrhall." He starts
pacing up and down the line as he continues "once you and your lifemates
are old enough to fly support to the fighting wings you will be expected to be
able to toss a full sack from one dragon to another safely while you are
flying, you need to build your muscles up and this is the start." He stops
his pacing "Now onto todays lesson open you sack and have a rummage
inside, you will find that firestone comes in different grades, the miners here
will be able to tell you the difference between them, but you will need to be
able to do this yourself as well. Can anyone tell me the difference?"
Briny
isn't so much a straggler, except that Belynth is being a bit pokey today. Head
lifted way high, he is looking to the skies. Such marvelous skies... and it is
only through Briny leading him forward with fingers curled in his riding straps
does the blue actually move. But, they make it, moving into line. Sack? What
sack? Briny shoots an alarmed glance across to Bella, murmuring, "Where do
I get a sack?"
Bella
stares at El'ric and then down to the sack. she is already rubbing her shoulder
as is. She thinks about kicking the sack but thinks better of it. With a sigh,
she opens the cured sack and pulls out the first stone her hand touches. It
looks just like any other piece of firestone to her. And smells as bad too.
Glancing between the other weyrlings, she shrugs and shakes her head, not
knowing the differances.
El'ric
walks over to M'ik who as extra punishment had to carry out three sacks of
firestone. Selecting one of teh bags he hands it to the first in line
"everyone take a couple of piece from this sack its, poor quality
firestone and we'll arrange a test for you all." he steps back allowing
the weyrlings to sort themselves out for sacks and the like and he continues
his pacing "once you've got your sample of bad firestone have a good look
and then feed it to your lifemate," by this point he's reached the end of
the line and stays there out of the way "They need to chew it up and when
they swallow you need to make sure they are visualising thier second stomach.
Then off you go your lifemate will do the rest and flame and then probably
regurgitate out some ash."
Briny
eventually does find herself a sack, all the while Belynth is still staring up
at the heavens for no reason other than vague fascination. With a grump, the
girl reaches into the the thing, rummaging around to peer at this bit of rock
and that. Rock. It is really all the same to her. But if there are differences,
she'll take that as a given. Bad firestone, eh? More rummaging ensues 'til she
finds something that she assumes looks bad and from there tugs on Belynth's
straps. *tug-tug-tug* Blue looks down enough for Briny to hop up, curl one arm
around the blue's head and drag him down. "Chew this..." The rest is
relayed other ways. Blue sniffs and opens his maw for the offering to chew.
*crunch*
Bella
looks to Lyranth as she nods at El'ric's instructions. She holds out the stone
and Lyanth extends her muzzle to inspect it. She rears her head back <<
IT does not smeel nice. >> Bella blushes at her lifemate's comment
"The smell doesn't matter. It's the flame you will produce that
matters." Lyranth grugingly opens her muzzle to accept the stone "Be
careful Lyran. Watch out to not catch your tongue on your teeth." She
peeks around before her gaze slips over to Lyranth once more "Now he said
you need to think about your second stomach. Are you thinking about your second
stomach Lyranth?" << I am. >>she crunches and chews slowly.
Bella meanwhile is reaching down for another bit of stone and has it ready for
Lyranth if she wants it.
El'ric
watches patiently as the group of weyrlings ready themselves and coax their
lifemates to chew the foul smellign stuff, "Okay if everyone is ready
point your lifemate downwind and flame."
Briny
peers up at Belynth, and promptly is sprinkled with rock crumbs. She scuttles
out of the way, still watching him. The blue swallows, visibly, sticking out
his tongue afterwards. "Ewww, eh?" Dragon bobs his head, settling
himself. *ruuummmmmble* That'd be his tummy. "Belynth?" *URP* A tiny
tongue of flame licks from his nose, followed by a puff of smoke. He looks a
little alarmed at Briny. Help? There is another rumble and the girl is abruptly
pointing down-course, "There! There!" *whoosh* Rather whimpy belch,
that one.
Lyranth
takes the second piece and chews as she concentrates on her second stomach.
Bella glances around to see Belnyth and Briny. At the flame Belnyth produces,
she smiles "Way to go Belnyth!" She cheers for her fellow weyrling's
bond then turns her attention to Lyranth. The green's eyes seem to widen and Bella
pushes gently to turn Lyranth downwind. Suddenly Lyranth rears her head back
before she extends her body forward with her muzzle opening. A small puff of
flame accompany a cloud of smoke.
"Good,
now remember the regurgitation of ash, they won't always do it but just be
prepared." El'ric calls out as he shouts down the line to M'ik "Now
hand out that other sack. This one coming down is good quality stuff again take
a few lumps and examine it, you'll find its a darker colour, which means it has
more of the chemicals in it that produce the flames." Again he stays right
where he is at the end of the line, "now when your ready do the same again
with the good stuff and you should see something more like you would have been
expecting."
Belynth
seems a little startled at that bit of flame, and then he is looking awfully
delighted. Ready to croon a rather pleased note, a cloud of smoke floats from
his maw. Ohhhhhh. But, then he spots Lyranth's rather more impressive flame,
and is immediately pouting. Tail reaches around to nudge his mate. More. More.
I want more. More flame! The blue perks at the concept of better stuff, and is
nudging Briny forward to get some as well. She does so, with a little
grumbling, tossing the more substantial rock into his mouth. Chewing resumes,
the blue tenses. Wait for it... Wait for it. *Whoosh* "Oooooo. That was
nice, Belly." She is shooting a glance over to Bella and 'mate, smile
warm.
Bella
grins at the little poof of flame Lyranth produces. The green is delighted and
bounces in place. Bella reaches out for a piece of better quality stone and
places it in Lyranth waiting open muzzle. "Now remember Lyra. Watch out
for your tongue and think of your second stomach." She offers
encouragingly as the green chews. After a few minutes Lyranth sends out a
short, thin jet of flame. Bella jumps up and down as the smoke and stench of
firestone burn her eyes "That was great Lyranth!" The congrats is
short lived however as Lyranth lowers her head and proceeds to get rid of some
of the ashe, right on Bella's feet. The weyrling winces and cringes at teh same
time as she looks up to the sky chanting "That did not just happen. That
did not just happen. That did not just happen. That did not just happen."
Poor Bella. Those were almost new sandals too.
El'ric
chuckles a little at the antics and excitement this exercise produces
"Okay weyrlings you each have your own sack of assorted firestone, you
need to start sorting it into good and bad quality chunks and I want your
lifemates to be your guide, the've tasted the difference now as well, I want
all the good stuff to have been flamed off. I'm sure your lifemate will tell
you if your're getting it wrong." he starts to work his way up the back of
the line "If anyone has any questions remember and ask, and always
remember and flame downwind."
Briny
startles back a space as she eyes Lyranth's rather inelegant purging and
Bella's poor sandals. "Ohhhh, that's-" And the, abruptly, Belynth is
making noises. Bad noises. Really bad noises. Tummy heaves, chest expands, neck
jerks and the blue's eyes are whirling awfully fast. Another point of her
finger, "Over there! Over there!" Blue complies, but only just
barely. Briny smirks at the ash before looking back at the firestone once more.
Joy. Sorting rock. She pushes the best ones into a pile for Belynth to gobble
up and try a few more flames.
Bella
does not want to look down at ehr feet, but does so reluctantly. With a sigh,
she steps out of her sandals and leaves then where they are for the time being,
though she does kick a bit of sand over them for now. She sets about sorting
out the stone and offers Lyranth chunks of the good stuff. As the green chews
she watches Bella's work << That one is not good. >> The weyrling
chuckles and takes the stone she just tossed in the good pile and puts it in
teh weak pile.
El'ric
keeps pacing about behind the line where his laughing at the reactions will go
better unnoticed. He stops by Bella and Briny "Just need to remember and
keep them pointing downwind at /all/ times." he smiles a bit cheekily at
Bella before stepping back to resume his pacing as he doles out more words of
wisdom. "Remember once your flying fall properly in your wings you'll be
going through a lot of firestone, depending on the size of your dragon will
depend how many but typically you can be expecting anywhere between 10 for a
light one and upto 30 for a heavy one."
Belynth
is pointed downwind, you betcha. Briny makes well and sure of this as every so
often he belches out a flame of sorts. The girl blink and looks back over to
El'ric, and then wincing at what he has to stay. "Who knew being a
dragonrider would make a girl buff..."
El'ric
laughs as he hears Brinys's comment "Every full rider in this weyr has to
be able to toss those sacks around so everyone is fit, healthy and
strong." He continues on his way "The other thing that we will be
starting tomorrow, is sack tossing where you will start practising throwing
saks of firestone at..." theres a pause "sorry. /to/ each other."
Briny
shoots a glance back to El'ric before wincing once more at what he has to say.
"At each other?" she echoes, frowning. Why does that sound rather...
scary. Uneasily, she shoots a glance at the blue, who is shooting a glance
right on back to her. Abruptly, Belynth burps, purging himself of ash as well.
Bleh.
El'ric
nods "It should help practise you aim so you don't knock a wingrider from
the back of his dragon." he smiles before goign onto his finishing piece,
"Well thats this class almost over, just about everyone should have a pile
of ash, a pile of bad firestone and an empty sack, get shovelling I want this
beach clean by the time your leaving, you can pick up a fresh sack to be your
buddy on the way back to the barracks."
Bella
watches as Lyranth shoots more flame and she finsihes her sorting. When Lyranth
is out of flame, the weyrling makes sure she is well out of the way before her
lifemate get's rid of more ashe. As she hears the next task, Bella frowns a
little "We have to carry those heavy things everywhere? And through them
at each other?" Hmm. That doesn't seem very back friendly.
Briny
scowls after El'ric as now.. they have to clean up. Ick. Well, can't be that
much worse than cleaning out the couch, can it? With a resigned sigh, the
bluerider gets to work, thanking whatever that Belynth isn't a much larger
brown. Bigger dragons make bigger messes.