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08.Feb.12, 03:59 AM
G’rem & Blue Remeneth – Weyrling Master
G’rem paced towards the back of his class, his stick hopping dangerously along the grass as he dragged it behind him. “No speaking out of turn!” he snapped, lashing out at Lymsleia and clipping her shin with the stick. The rider’s face flushed red, but a loud rumble from Remeneth quelled the man. Yelling won’t solve anything the blue reminded his rider judiciously.
Very well G’rem muttered.
He turned his attention towards Razzah. “Talk to them. It’s not different from any other situation, without the flight to complicate it,” he explained, earnestly through gruffly. He slid his gaze towards Talian, brows furrowed unfavorably. “You won’t get anywhere hiding in the corner and keeping your feelings to yourself.”
G’rem was prepared to continue after that, but he found himself the victim of a rude interruption.
Shards. In only a few moments, G’rem’s perfectly fluid candidate class had turned into what hewould have deemed a complete and total circus. He spun around and glowered at Kerrin like the Katilan summer sun.
G’rem… Remeneth urged, but this time he was ignored.
“First, you arrive late to my class…” G’rem grunted, pointing his stick at Kerrin in a threatening manner. “Then you make a snide comment towards a fellow candidate, who is doing her duties PROPERLY, may I add?!” he demanded, waving his stick at Volfetti in demonstration. G’rem walked closer to Kerrin, waving his stick more and more threateningly with each passing moment.
In the background, Remenath reared onto his hind legs and fanned his wings, issuing a rumble of warning to both G’rem and Kerrin. G’rem, please the blue urged. Don't go overboard. Aggravated but receptive to reason, G’rem lowered his stick.
Remeneth turned his jeweled eyes on Kerrin. The dragon’s soft voice drifted to the boy, speaking firmly but not unkindly. Don't leave. I’ve talked some sense into G’rem, but you must stay and finish your lesson. He will inform you of your punishment after the lesson is over the blue said sagely. G’rem grunted and returned to the front of the class, clipping Volfetti’;s legs with his stick as he moved. ‘And you! Don’t. Speak. Out. Of .Turn,” he muttered.
Once at the front of the class, G’rem drafted a quick note to the kitchens regarding Kerrin. He detailed how the boy was to spend an afternoon catching as many herdbeasts and wherries as the kitchen would require for dinner that evening, without the benefit of equipment or assistance. A humbling job, and it would help build up the boy’s physique. “Now! You take this to the kitchens after the lesson. For now, I expect you to sit down and listen to the riders who are taking time out of THEIR day to talk to you!” he growled, waving the note for Kerrin to take before motioning to a free seat.
Unwilling to waste any more time, G’rem continued. “The first rider who will speak to you is B’jin. He’s going to talk to you all about weyrmates and first flights,” he said.
Played by Bluedragon
G’rem paced towards the back of his class, his stick hopping dangerously along the grass as he dragged it behind him. “No speaking out of turn!” he snapped, lashing out at Lymsleia and clipping her shin with the stick. The rider’s face flushed red, but a loud rumble from Remeneth quelled the man. Yelling won’t solve anything the blue reminded his rider judiciously.
Very well G’rem muttered.
He turned his attention towards Razzah. “Talk to them. It’s not different from any other situation, without the flight to complicate it,” he explained, earnestly through gruffly. He slid his gaze towards Talian, brows furrowed unfavorably. “You won’t get anywhere hiding in the corner and keeping your feelings to yourself.”
G’rem was prepared to continue after that, but he found himself the victim of a rude interruption.
Shards. In only a few moments, G’rem’s perfectly fluid candidate class had turned into what hewould have deemed a complete and total circus. He spun around and glowered at Kerrin like the Katilan summer sun.
G’rem… Remeneth urged, but this time he was ignored.
“First, you arrive late to my class…” G’rem grunted, pointing his stick at Kerrin in a threatening manner. “Then you make a snide comment towards a fellow candidate, who is doing her duties PROPERLY, may I add?!” he demanded, waving his stick at Volfetti in demonstration. G’rem walked closer to Kerrin, waving his stick more and more threateningly with each passing moment.
In the background, Remenath reared onto his hind legs and fanned his wings, issuing a rumble of warning to both G’rem and Kerrin. G’rem, please the blue urged. Don't go overboard. Aggravated but receptive to reason, G’rem lowered his stick.
Remeneth turned his jeweled eyes on Kerrin. The dragon’s soft voice drifted to the boy, speaking firmly but not unkindly. Don't leave. I’ve talked some sense into G’rem, but you must stay and finish your lesson. He will inform you of your punishment after the lesson is over the blue said sagely. G’rem grunted and returned to the front of the class, clipping Volfetti’;s legs with his stick as he moved. ‘And you! Don’t. Speak. Out. Of .Turn,” he muttered.
Once at the front of the class, G’rem drafted a quick note to the kitchens regarding Kerrin. He detailed how the boy was to spend an afternoon catching as many herdbeasts and wherries as the kitchen would require for dinner that evening, without the benefit of equipment or assistance. A humbling job, and it would help build up the boy’s physique. “Now! You take this to the kitchens after the lesson. For now, I expect you to sit down and listen to the riders who are taking time out of THEIR day to talk to you!” he growled, waving the note for Kerrin to take before motioning to a free seat.
Unwilling to waste any more time, G’rem continued. “The first rider who will speak to you is B’jin. He’s going to talk to you all about weyrmates and first flights,” he said.
Played by Bluedragon
