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15.Jan.20, 04:23 AM
When G’nen was asked to be one of the Weyrlingmasters for Aridissicath’s upcoming Clutch, he did not think they would be putting both golds in his class. He supposed it made sense to put the golds together, so they could learn all the gold things together and get to know each other, but why had they given him the golds instead of say, the actually experienced Weyrlingmaster. This was his first class! Sure, he’d been R’moc’s assistant for a couple turns now, but that was different than being in charge of a whole gaggle of Weyrlings - including two golds!
Ah well, G’nen would do his best regardless, and he had people he could call on when - not if, when - he needed help. It would be fine. Totally fine. These Weyrlings were gonna turn out great.
They were doing pretty well so far, overall, G’nen felt as he looked over his group, all busy oiling itchy dragonets. He walked through them slowly, stopping at each pair and noting the general health of each hatchling as he went. Eventually he came to the two golds who were a minor source of bewilderment for him (even if he was pleased at the faith everyone seemed to have in him). Both golds were… very round. A number of the other dragonets were similarly chubby, including one particular brown and a few greens. As far as G’nen could tell, though, they were perfectly healthy. Just a little baby fat. Probably. Aradissicath had such healthy Clutches, and Fort had a good turn, plenty of food, so they must have been extraordinarily well nourished in those eggs.
Really, there was little to be concerned about with the hatchlings. The riders, on the other hand, G’nen was a little more worried about. There was the Lady who had Impressed from the stands - very shellshocked about it all, he’d felt - but it wasn’t too terribly difficult the first few weeks, so she should be alright. Just feed and oil and nap in cycles. Barely enough energy left over to panic about the new direction your life had taken. They’d worry about that more after the first two or so weeks were through, though G’nen was planning to talk to her properly before the week was through. And there was one bluerider G’nen felt he should keep an eye on, but other than that, everyone seemed to be doing pretty well.
G’nen tried to put little games into oiling whenever he could, add an extra layer of engagement for both rider and dragonet. The game of the moment was finding their dragon’s favorite spot to scratch without asking. Dragons weren’t allowed to tell, either. It was about picking up emotions and physical signs from your lifemate, not just relying on a dragon telling their rider everything. Dragons could keep secrets, after all.
I have never kept a secret from you in my life, Yanth said lazily, sprawled at the edge of the group so he could help with keeping an eye on everyone, one hatchling playing with the end of his tail. Yanth gently flicked it back and forth, allowing the play good naturedly. G’nen smiled at the dragon.
’I’m sure you haven’t. Not even once. Especially not that time you didn’t tell me you had made an arrangement with a mated green.' Yanth snorted.
Especially not that. Pay attention to the Weyrlings, I think one of the pairs may need you. G’nen furrowed his brow in concern and turned to look around his class, trying to figure out who Yanth thought needed his help.
Ah well, G’nen would do his best regardless, and he had people he could call on when - not if, when - he needed help. It would be fine. Totally fine. These Weyrlings were gonna turn out great.
They were doing pretty well so far, overall, G’nen felt as he looked over his group, all busy oiling itchy dragonets. He walked through them slowly, stopping at each pair and noting the general health of each hatchling as he went. Eventually he came to the two golds who were a minor source of bewilderment for him (even if he was pleased at the faith everyone seemed to have in him). Both golds were… very round. A number of the other dragonets were similarly chubby, including one particular brown and a few greens. As far as G’nen could tell, though, they were perfectly healthy. Just a little baby fat. Probably. Aradissicath had such healthy Clutches, and Fort had a good turn, plenty of food, so they must have been extraordinarily well nourished in those eggs.
Really, there was little to be concerned about with the hatchlings. The riders, on the other hand, G’nen was a little more worried about. There was the Lady who had Impressed from the stands - very shellshocked about it all, he’d felt - but it wasn’t too terribly difficult the first few weeks, so she should be alright. Just feed and oil and nap in cycles. Barely enough energy left over to panic about the new direction your life had taken. They’d worry about that more after the first two or so weeks were through, though G’nen was planning to talk to her properly before the week was through. And there was one bluerider G’nen felt he should keep an eye on, but other than that, everyone seemed to be doing pretty well.
G’nen tried to put little games into oiling whenever he could, add an extra layer of engagement for both rider and dragonet. The game of the moment was finding their dragon’s favorite spot to scratch without asking. Dragons weren’t allowed to tell, either. It was about picking up emotions and physical signs from your lifemate, not just relying on a dragon telling their rider everything. Dragons could keep secrets, after all.
’I’m sure you haven’t. Not even once. Especially not that time you didn’t tell me you had made an arrangement with a mated green.' Yanth snorted.
