...turn, beckoned up before the mural: "Stretch your wing out, boyo? Everyone, notice the proportions. Not quite the same, his is a little longer than it is broad, but it's still going to work. Eila. Why don't you tell us something about what that's likely going to mean for him in flight, particularly with regards to strains and sprains." (Shamelessly thieved from leovaried !) Kelerith's...

Who: C'mryn, Eila, I'daur, L'rell, P'ax, Persie When: Day 11, Month 1, Turn 18 Where: Weyrling Training Room, High Reaches Weyr What: Clay dragon-sculpting goes unexpectedly awry. Weyrling Training Cavern, High Reaches Weyr      All the furniture here has been pushed to one side of the room to allow a large pathway opposite: room enough to let weyrling dragons pass from the bowl's archway...

...up against his desk with a big, half-open package of clay at his feet. "C'mon and get some, a good chunk," he says. Kelerith doesn't file so much as hustle, and he's at the block of clay even before Eila's halfway in the door, nosing and sniffing at it before she catches up and shuffles him out of the way with an apologetic smile up towards I'daur. The girl eyes the clay a bit suspiciously, with a...

... And no mistake that his presence has Persie flustered from the moment she turns away from little thicktail and sees the crazy climbing blue. Her mouth drops, and almost loses a bit of sandwich. "-Eila-," she says, desperation there already. Eila's hot on the heels of that single word, wet hair pulled back from her face, one foot socked and the other bare and it's a despairing sort of glance she...

Who: Eila, I'daur, L'rell, K'del, P'ax When: Day 18, Month 13, Turn 17 Where: Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr What: Weyrlings drive I'daur to drink. Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr      Tucked off the back of the training room, the barracks are a huge, high cavern that stretches far back into the stone of the Weyr. Both of the longer walls are lined with couches for the dragons...

...the very stone. A cool winter morning brings a gaggle of weyrlings out into the bowl - possibly for a bit of fresh air, or, more likely, by the mental summons of some older and wiser dragon. Eila's all bundled up against the bite of the cold, but Kelerith seems completely oblivious to it as he leaps and tumbles before her, nudging into the snow with his muzzle and every so often sending great...

...me that!" It's early evening, which might mean that most people are either eating or heading home. Xie, on the other hand, seems bent on getting his dragont to see reason for some... reason. Eila, however, is neither eating nor heading home, but slipping up into the galleries; perhaps a free moment's time to spend gazing at the eggs. X'lar's shouting, however, has her pausing in her steps...

Who: C'mryn, Eila, P'ax Where: Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr What: Cam rounds up a few weyrlings for a little lesson or sorts. Logfile from NC C'MRYN. Eastern Bowl, High Reaches Weyr(#343RJs) Ringed by rough granite walls to all sides but one, this end of the huge bowl narrows from the even broader plain to the west, continuing the ever so slight downward slope toward the blue and green of the...

...again." He unlatches the gate to the sands and begins walking down to the eggs. "When we get down to the sands I'll go over the ground rules again," Xie adds. "So please, single file everyone." Eila's tractable to wrangling; she trails not so far behind that pack that she can't hear X'lar's words, but far enough that she stands up on tip-toes once or twice to peek over the ledge towards the edge...

...up on his haunches again, batting at that bucket, a stringy piece of meat dangling from one tooth, muzzle liberally bloodied. < < Want more now! >> But then that tone of voice is penetrating and Eila's intent and Kelerith drops back down into a dog-like sit, head cocked to the side, one headknob drooping a little limply as he stares up at her and makes his red-tinged eyes all round and cute and...